Saturday, February 08, 2003
For the first time in a long while, I cried myself to sleep on my birthday. It was the most comforting thing I've ever done.
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of him and miss him. My desktop is loaded with his pictures, and even now I'm wearing his clothes. It never gets easier. The only thing I could ever dream of right now is that he's still here, calling me to wish me a happy birthday or good luck on my upcoming tests. I want to give him a hug. I want to see his face. I just want him to be alive.
3:00 PM
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