I miss Carl a lot.


















We still have three weeks until spring break starts.

Sign of the time we elapse

It bothers me that no one ever reads these or writes their own anymore.
In the days where we barely ever talked to each other because of school and other friends, it was always nice to still know how you all were doing, to be able to show concern and comfort, and still (try to) be good friends.


I don't know any of you anymore.
If you do write, all of it's in your own special code.
I always figured the point of these were to tell everyone exactly how we were feeling, not try to be poetic and mysterious.
Even if we had nothing to say, we'd write that.
And we cared about catching up with what happened to each of us.
People ask me how I am and I say, "Well, have you read my blog?" And they say, "No. I don't read those anymore."

And I would, I would gladly get rid of mine if it didn't contain all of the details of my life, my secrets, my thoughts, the little things that I can't replace. The stuff that I wrote with tears in my eyes or smiling in recollection, or absolute frustration. I can't just take that back. I can't just delete it. I can't just leave it here to whither and be forgotten about and die.






















I wonder who I'm even talking to anymore.

Home alone. Went snooping in julie's room. Found cigarettes and a diary >:] I win.