#177882 added July 6, 2002 at 12:57am Restrictions: None
The Tenth Entry
June 5, 2002
Yup. I know, it' the same day
(barely) again, but I slept all day, so it's all the
same to me.
Okay. She's gonna talk to me. We're
gonna try and work things out. Sunday or
Wednesday night we're gonna talk. I really
hope things straighten out. Real good.
I know what I'm going to say. The
same words have been reeling through my
head repeatedly for the longest time, finally
ready to spill out. A person's words are the
overflow of their heart. That's the truth.
All I want is for her to forget what
happened after it all started slipping away.
Forget all the meaningless arguments, all the
mistrust put forth by my other friends. If I'm
willing to forget, maybe she will be.
I hope so. This is my last chance.
The anticipation of the day I'm getting
my friend back is hard to bear. It's going to get
better. I know it. The past is meaningless.
The future will be renewed.
Wish me luck. Recommended
listening: Nothing Else Matters by
Metallica. Goodbye.
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