mitch. what a memory. we really loved each other, loved hanging out with each other, seeing each other, he loved me. he was the first person to really love me, i think. he was the wrong person, yes, and i´m glad we´re not even friends, but he taught me an awful lot. thanks, mitch. i know i never told you, but i want you to know. i´m putting it out there to the universe, and maybe you´ll be able to hear me.
wow did we ever client on each other, though. woah.
ectomorphing endomorphs burn paper for warmth in asylum beds while wondering where their mothers are no one to help you now the white walls scream not like there ever was
5.30.2005
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