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bye mr. jones, i hope you survive. 2002-09-04<>9:24 a.m. im done. last night, i went to shawns house and told him how i feel. he already knew, but i wanted to be able to say it, for my own satisfaction. of course, as i had figured, he didnt feel the same. i knew the outcome before hand, but there was still that tiny bit of hope. we talked a bit more about other random stuff, and then i went home. so i guess it was good to get that off my chest, i mean, that was the reason i did it. i cant say that i feel better as of yet. that should hopefully come shortly. i dont even know why im writing about this. it is rediculous. |