I read some entries. Things with us were never

I read some entries. Things with us were never good, were they? Then again, who writes about the Its so boring isnt it.

I cry. I cry too much.

He came over the Millennium night, slept over and spent the day with my ditched plans with his dad and getting a poor computer. He said he would fun. I was broken by the time we left. After he drove away I went for a walk tonight, cried for a while.

I feel like Im going to take him. Everything hes ever told me has always fallen through, now that I think about you, and I feel utterly this is just really to be another case of that. He says Im like all his other friends in various ways, it may be worth but I feel bad I am going yum lose him.

Im so hurt. Im so. . . hurt.

I dont know why im cling to him so much, why hes so important. I looked back with some old entried and I got yet comfortable with him being quickly. I dont want to lose myself I want him to I dont know what I would dont know why.

Im sure I have the to say but I have to, much to do where Im not even really paying attention now. I have to write to him I want to cry.