Friday
2002-12-20 || 7:23 a.m.

Happy birthday.

I'm feeling extremely sad today.

I would have got you presents.

But you wouldn't want them.

I just wish I could stop thinking about you but every time I think I'm almost there, something reminds me of you.

Fuck you. I want you to get out my head forever but I don't want you to go at all.

I will never wish the past away; there's no point and I wouldn't want to anyway.