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I hardly every post to my live journal. I know. But here I am alive and kicking.
Its been so crazy. Last posts in my journal were about the terrible thing of moving in next door to ana. Which turns out to have been not so terrible. Brain made me be nice, and I don't really regret it. Nicki is gone again, come and gone twice, go figure. She chooses to write me out of her life, but every time she gets pregnant she does it.
Any how.
So. The biggest news I have, is that through the grapevine, and one I trust, a certain person is going to get out of jail. .... I had neglected writing him for a few months, but I wrote him in december, and again when I heard, but haven't gotten a letter back. I half hope its because he knew he would be getting out soon, and instead of writing back, he hoped to see me. Or. I don't know. He may not even talk to me, and that ..well that would break my heart. And what if he is so different that ..we can't get along? God, I just keep remembering the jb I loved, as my friend, and hope he can come back. He was such an important part of me. I think him and my husband will get along well. I think ..I think I worry to much.
Its been so crazy. Last posts in my journal were about the terrible thing of moving in next door to ana. Which turns out to have been not so terrible. Brain made me be nice, and I don't really regret it. Nicki is gone again, come and gone twice, go figure. She chooses to write me out of her life, but every time she gets pregnant she does it.
Any how.
So. The biggest news I have, is that through the grapevine, and one I trust, a certain person is going to get out of jail. .... I had neglected writing him for a few months, but I wrote him in december, and again when I heard, but haven't gotten a letter back. I half hope its because he knew he would be getting out soon, and instead of writing back, he hoped to see me. Or. I don't know. He may not even talk to me, and that ..well that would break my heart. And what if he is so different that ..we can't get along? God, I just keep remembering the jb I loved, as my friend, and hope he can come back. He was such an important part of me. I think him and my husband will get along well. I think ..I think I worry to much.