Sunday, June 27

It's starting to sink in.

It didn't strike me until I turned my back on you and started walking away, that it wasn't some nightmare I was having. You're right. There are some things that I have to do before I can feel at peace with myself again, and face you without any doubts. I just hope that by the time I've come to terms with my issues, it won't be too late and you'll still be there.

Why the heck am I posting this here? Release maybe. Call if you read this. I miss you already.