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It took me a long time to come to this journal and read what I had written, and prepare to write this entry.
The vision I had when James was here:
"Visions of Greta lying dead in her bed. I don't see any blood. She's clean and pale and cold. He must have strangled her. Funny, I always thought she'd be stabbed."
"But there's a boy lying next to her. They're both dressed all in black. Yes, Greta's love is dead. He waited and waited for her to return to him. Finally they are reunited in the grave."
Oh God. That "nice cute boy who likes me" from a couple entries later... his name was Sean Alexander Sole. We had been seeing each other somewhat casually and somewhat intimately this whole time.
He had a heart attack and died on the 15th.
I've already said everything I can possibly think of to say, all in my public blogs. I don't know whether I will continue to visit this one.
The vision I had when James was here:
"Visions of Greta lying dead in her bed. I don't see any blood. She's clean and pale and cold. He must have strangled her. Funny, I always thought she'd be stabbed."
"But there's a boy lying next to her. They're both dressed all in black. Yes, Greta's love is dead. He waited and waited for her to return to him. Finally they are reunited in the grave."
Oh God. That "nice cute boy who likes me" from a couple entries later... his name was Sean Alexander Sole. We had been seeing each other somewhat casually and somewhat intimately this whole time.
He had a heart attack and died on the 15th.
I've already said everything I can possibly think of to say, all in my public blogs. I don't know whether I will continue to visit this one.