2005-04-25 -- 10:54 a.m. My dear sweet naive little girl. I realized today in the car that you are the practical entity that I avoided successfully through out high school. You’re not what I saw in you, witch is, was a dilution at all times. I was just simply so hopeful, I was so ready to fall in love. Anyway, you are that girl with the fucked up stoner and drunk story’s, that finds nothing better to do then to envelop in things that make you feel better. You’re like a leech, a sucker, you find people to fill that void in your chest, suck them dry and move on the next one. It doesn’t matter who they are, what they do for you, you just need that hole to be filled no matter what. And I was so blind to that, but that’s ok now. I feel much, much better. I feel as though you’re gone from me, and that is what counts. I look at the clock at times and instinctually say “I have to call her”. Then I remember that no, I don’t! And even if I did I don’t really want to talk to her. There’s nothing left to say and I don’t even know why I wasted my time. I also noticed that I didn’t really love you ever. It was more of a deep caring… a caring lust. I wanted that for sure I thought to myself and then I realized coming from you its not worth it. Well, I gave you everything I had and you took even more. And one day you’ll be sitting by yourself with no one to fill that void and say to your self “Danm, he really did care about me”. And I’ll be so far gone, and I like it. I really like it. More then I ever liked you or anything you ever did for me. Honestly though, how could we think that it would ever work. Its just been naïve lies the whole year long. But that too is ok, we’re both young and we’ll both move on. I just hope that everything works out for you, all I ever wanted was the best. Farwell my sweet little girl. A memory of time… and just like time the sands cover everything.