it wasn't much of a month now, was it?
i fear that tonight is the night that facts solidy themselves in my head, that dates & details i want to know nothing of impress themselves upon my memory.
i've thought & i've thought.
i've felt & i've hurt & i've hurt until hurting has reached it's maximum, subsided, & then started on this cycle again.
& i think altogether too often that i've recovered when i haven't. it's been too long. i'm ashamed that i've taken so long to let go.
i just hope that some day you regret turning your back on us. that you're still human enough to do that sort of thing.
1:35 p.m. - 2003-12-18
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