scared
2003-05-06 || 7:03 a.m.

The weight of the day is already crushing me.

Its a beautiful morning, one where the sun creeps slowly up and there is just a slight chill in the air to remind you of what life is all about.

But I just want to sleep more. It hurts so much and patience is very hard. And the worst thing is that I just don't know if I have anything to be patient about. I can't seem to reach any kind of inner understanding, everything is just blank. And I'm scared I might forget these things however much I write them down but mostly I'm scared he will meet someone far more interesting and just forget all about me.

I'm scared I will never hear from him again.