things fall further apart
2004-04-01 || 8:59 p.m.

If only I could still write.

If I could I'd write of how my heart is broken now Tulip is dead. Of how I dreamt the other night of holding Dylan, holding him and stroking him once again and how I screamed out in reality, when in my dream, they came to take him away from me.

I wish it wasn't like this.