12-05-06| 1:10 am

up up up up up I was climbing. I was doing that stupid fucking shit they call MOVING ON. I stopped crying in my car when I remembered how you would say my name. I stopped sobbing into my pillow at night because there is a hole in me that is all your fault and I think I was finally going to figure out how to fix it. It was slow, unsteady, but there I was, climbing.

And then I sat down at a bar and you were across from me. imagine how that went.