2006-06-14 - 10:58 p.m.

Every time we say good bye I get choked up and feel like I can't breathe. The hurt has become a normalacy, the heartache a familar companion. I have found that I can't be mad at him.I want him to be happy even if that means that I have to live my life without him. I think that we will always be friends and I hope in time I will be ok with that.

I wish I were pretty.

regrets - hopes

the past