Other people will suck the reality off you sometimes, make you suddenly self conscious of who and what you are. And there's nothing wrong with that. Let the feeling wash over you, accept it, and move on past it. You seemed really concerned about this when you were younger.
Friday, July 27, 2007
You once told me “A diary is a long winded letter you write to an old person who used to be you.”
Still, please take better care of it, everyone has to read it in the future, and the bits you’ve spilt grape juice over are completely indecipherable. All we know about -that- New Years Party is from eyewitness accounts of the event and the first and last words of the entry “You’d never believe…” and “…that’s how I ended up on the highway, with a bedside lamp and a breadbox full of money.”
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Hey, listen, that one time when we were down by the river, and you were sad and drunk because of your mom, I really thought we should’ve talked about it more. I could see something was bugging you, and you wanted to scream it to the world but you couldn’t, because it hurt so much to get it through your throat. Sure, you gave me half the story about why you were sad, but I could see that wasn’t all there was to it. I think you thought I didn’t really “get” you that day.
I just want you to know that I did. And, I knew anyway. I just acted the way I did because I was hurting too. I’m really sorry, seriously, for letting you think I didn’t know for so long.
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Friday, July 20, 2007
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Friday, July 13, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
I know how you felt about me. I knew all along. You'd break up a little, become a little more static, whenever you spoke to me and you were always trying to figure out ways to be near me. It was obvious. I'm sorry I didn't return your feelings, I was an idiot and a fool. And it's got nothing to do with who you become, seriously, I'm really sorry. Please, give me a call sometime.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Times will be tough like old leather and gravel roads occasionally. Times will be easy, like Sunday morning, every now and then. What you do during these times will define you as a person and a human being. Your humanity towards others, your will to make the world a better place for you and those around you and your identity as a citizen of the world. All these things count.
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Monday, July 9, 2007
Friday, July 6, 2007
Thursday, July 5, 2007
I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
You’ve always felt special. Different. And also… a little misunderstood. That’s ok. Future generations will understand your pain, and why you became what you became. It feels good, doesn’t it? That I know, even if no one else knows (for now). I know who you are and what you’ve been through. I know everything. In the future, your life story will be studied like the New Testament. I can only apologise that we didn’t work out a way before now to tell you who you really are. I’m sorry, I know I’m rambling but it feels like I’m meeting a celebratory.
Thank God you found this. All the blank bits are about to be filled in.