Silver web spun of a twisted imagination
Well, hello again...
Life. Does. Not. Exist. For. Me. Anymore. Well, not socially
anyway. Not for 6 months. Why, anyone who actually reads
this thing other than Tim may be asking? Well now, that it
no one's business.
My mom still hasn't read or sent the letter I wrote you.
I'll probably end up giving it to Joe to send anyway since
he offered. Don't write me anything you don't want my mom
to see. I'll try to get you the stuff I got you from Disney
World. I'm sorry I won't be able to see you on your
birthday. You'll be 17, are you excited? Happy? I hope so.
I miss you so much it hurts. There isn't a whole lot I can
say. I'm in Computer Science. My internet at home is
severely limited. No IMs and nothing but homework. I can
check my mail though. Again, don't send anything you don't
want my mom to read. Update your diary and your scribble
because I can definitely check that, like at school and stuff.
Talk to me that way. Do you get upset and depressed?
I do. It's like I'm crazy, one minute I'll be resigned and okay,
and the next I want to cry because I miss you so much it hurts.
I asked Jason to ask you if you wanted to wait because I don't
want to hold you down or anything. I love you and I only want
you to be happy. I love you so much. Always.