2003-02-06| 11:05 p.m.

And in talking to you I remembered so much of myself, so much of the tears that don't stop coming and so much of the idea that you'll never move on, but you do.

And the thing i forgot to tell you, the thing I never got the chance to say-You know it all in your head, all the ideas, all the cliches. You knwo it, but you don't really know it until you can say it to someone else, and that's when you've moved on.

See, the difference between you and me is that no one realized I was dying on the inside. I'm a private person, you know. Or else nobody cares, it might be that too.