Getting no mail is kind of depressing. I almost feel banished from the real world, slowly slipping away. Haven't been on in awhile. There's no need, and no time. My mom officially disowned me, and my new "friends" are trying to introduce me to their best friend. Alcohol. Sadly, it's working. I feel lonely, and I deeply miss the few nights Jeff and I had together to spend. I wish to speak to him again, but he is either always offline or doing business of his that I do not no for the sake of my absence. I wonder if he is doing ok. I really do. I miss you little giraffe, little bisexual girrafe. You caused me to laugh like noone else, save Amy, but she doesn't exactly count, best friend and all. I talk to her once in awhile, but not much anymore. I think she has a new gay man, but I know I will always be her favorite. God, I love her. But Jeff--- I love you too, more than I should. I'm not drunk now, or tipsy. Sober, actually. I have never done drugs, and hopefully never will unless I really want to crash and burn. This almost sounds like a goodbye note, but its not supposed to be. I love you. So much, and I hope you read this. Please mail me whenever you want, but maybe you don't even remember me. Oh well.
 Alfons_Heidrich · Wed Nov 28, 2007 @ 12:10am · 0 Comments |
