2003-04-12| 8:51 p.m.

I read that book, the one that told you I would feel lost and abandoned just like I did [do]. Fipping thorugh channels and landing on a TV show that brought back memories in a flash, memories that weren't memories so many months ago. Playing the role of the unwanted[unloved] poor thing.

Watching you drown your feelings in a bottle kills me more than it's going to eventually kill you, but you'd never notice enough to care.

I'm going to lose a lot of the only friends have soon, and I'm not concerned. I'm not concerned about much of anything, anymore.