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2004-09-12 .....10:53 p.m......sand between my toes
I write every where possible to get it all in the open, i take emotions wrap them in blankets and scatter them in the streets. I just got back from the Chesapeake shore with lani and her family it was great. It was a new feeling. I didn’t look to see who was watching, to see if there were familiar faces wondering what I was doing. But I was welcomed home by an email from E that really made me uncomfortable. It was nothing I had heard before so much for the fact it was stuff that did not make sense. I finally feel like I am doing the right thing by her by coming clean and saying we have no real future at the same time trying to respect her and not have her hate me but she doesn’t make it easy. This never is. I should know that by now I should be use to it. But the idea of her hating me hurt so much. So I am writing a series of essays about my life. |