2003-02-02
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So I am home.Sad,sad soo sad.I miss people yet feel better noe.I guess I've grown attached to this place.It feelslike an old sneaker ,dirty,old,yet so comfortable,like I've been wearing fancy wingtips and now can finally slip back into the old worn sneakers and relax,away from everything,comfort.I need change now,and I feel it coming.
I now longer understand what I once saw as love,yet the bitter realalization warms me in a way.
I'm drunk.
I will write happier things later,but for now,I write the the sadness this intoxication overwhelms me with.
I love you.In the only way I can right now.
goodnight good night.
blah blah.
5:08 a.m. 
by Timm Jumper
