I can't tell you just how true it is
8:10 am, Friday, Feb. 04, 2005

I don't expect an answer. That's why I've already said my goodbyes. Twice, in fact.

And I refuse to hope for one either.

It's likely that this lack of bad mood is partially just me being manic in way of dealing with things. But I remain certain it was for the best.

I wish that when I thought about it my mind could stop snagging on those certain words, fraying out my thought processes like a sweater thread caught on a nail. But mostly I wish that right now was some point in the future and I could look back with a warm fondness and a "whatever happened to...?" but I suppose that will come soon enough. I hope that is what you'll think as well.

{PS, I've not written this much in a long time.}