I remember when you looked into my eyes, you saw right through me.

[enajteews]

Here's a question I hope everyone can answer: who are your real friends? Not your "best friends", not your aquaintances. Who knows you inside out? Who will love you unconditionally, no matter the consequences and through every mistake you make? Who would give their life for you, and who can unashamedly hold you or let you hold them? And it works both ways, who do you know inside out? Who is the one "friend" you could see 40 years from now, watching old TV, listening to old music, talking of the old times and still there together making good times then.

God I'm glad for my friends. I'm glad they love me, I'm glad they let me love them. I'm soo grateful for every day with them and for every memory of them. I'm sorry for all of you who couldn't see past consequences and mistakes. Because, my friends, I'll love you until Bruce Springsteen is uncool. Which, ofcourse, will be never. I'm tougher than the rest, you know.

(postscript: 11/28/04- Fuck you lying son-of-a-bitches. Shows just how much I know. Thanks for shitting on all I had to give. Too bad you'll never care about what you did to me. Good thing I lied about the Bruce Springsteen thing.)

And if you ever need me, you know the proximity of where I should be. I'll be there in a hurry, theres no need to worry. Ain't no mountain high enough.