Monday, March 28
funny how often i fall apart. read jan's letter just now and started smiling to myself and tearing for no reason.. and it wasn't all that touching.. except i realised anew how i'm no longer myself. listen, if i kill myself, do you think the real me, the me i am inside will come back as a ghost? then you'll still have me. the old me, the real me, the me who knew how to smile, knew how to be happy. what say?
i love you.. this world's so cold and empty and i wanna fly away, fly far far away.. being a dyke's oh so fun but wrong.
it must've been love.
10:46 pm
xoxo
