6:54 a.m. - 2011-10-30
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Hello old friend, I've missed you. you always made things easier to say. made words come easier, made my thoughts become something clear and defined. I'm not sure what to say now... I'm really not... so many things have happened since you and i last had a conversation. You sitting here waiting for my words and I sitting ...well god knows where... thinking my own thoughts and not writing them upon your page.
It's a strange relationship we have, Diaryland. I used to turn to you at every corner of my life... now I only turn to you when my life is more than impossible to bare. i find it funy...sad... whimsical, and ironic... that you and I have this odd relationship. I mean you were always the one I could talk to..share with... speak my mind, and open up to. I've missed you. I con't promise It'll be like it was with us, me writing like i did when i lived in Florida.. everyday spouting my hate and love in a single solitary note to the masses... but I promise to come back to you and write... I have a darkness brewing inside of me, and I need to let it out. Tonight is not the night, but one day.. I'll be at your ear whispering secrets to you. I've become my nom de plume yet again, but this time I'm not just a sad bastard writing because I feel too much... I'm writing now because i can't feel anything at all. I'm numb...
