can we call it a part 1? more to come, hopefully.
Welp, William left today. I'm gonna miss him. We were really tight this summer. Got to the point where we could talk about anything with each other. Our censorship was brought to a minimum. And that's a rare thing. We are so stuffed to bursting and so secretive and insecure. It's hard to be really honest with another person. It's hard to be really straightforward and speak your mind the best you can. But it's really nice to be able to do that. It forms a really tight bond, and it runs deep. I think that both he and I did a lot of growing up this summer. We really played off of each other a lot and, thus, I think, gained a great deal. I know I’m a better man because of the time we spent together this summer. It’s such an interesting case, though. I was thinking last night that this summer, keying in on William, would be really good for a book or a movie (sort of thing). But that’s a bit off course. Let’s take an example of what I mean when I say that it’s an interesting case. William and I talked a lot of females and the sort of things that go along with them (emotions, relationships, etc.). It was funny because he seemed to attract all the girls that I was interested in. This made it difficult for him to pursue anything without feeling guilty. It also made me somewhat jealous. But in an ultimately good way. In a “reality knocking” way. Anyway, I think that it turned out to be largely constructive for me. (Keep in mind that this is the ridiculously abridged addition of the abridged addition.) I’ve matured quite a bit, and also become wiser and more hardened (in a beneficial, not detrimental, way--as is obvious considering some of the current events). Well shit fuck. I’m afraid that my concentration is waning. I regret this being a shitty entry. It had great potential. It was also going to be a lot longer, too. I plan on coming back to it later, but at the moment I’m fading out, like my eyes are going crossed or something. It’s so fucking annoying. I actually wanted to say a lot of stuff on a few different topics. But oh well.