Her
February 21, 1999Well I had a dream about her last night... yet again. I must admit that single life most definitely doesn't agree with me. I woke up and bit my lip to keep myself from crying out her name. And the thing is all that I had dreamed about was sitting at a table with her and talking. I just can't believe how torn up I have become because of all this. I feel angry at myself and rage towards the rest of the world. It's just that I can't seem to cope, and it's driving me insane. I have a box in my room that contains everything that she has ever given me. And I mean everthing... We're talking about stuff that I got the first time I met her. And that was over a year before we started to see each other. Well I've taken this box and sealed it, but I can't bring myself to get rid of it. It just hurts and I hope to be able to deal with it... somehow.
It's gotten so bad that I actually cry myself to sleep at night. If there truely is a God, then I hope that he/she will help me.
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