2004-02-17 || 5:35 p.m.
In the begining.
...so now I'm left wondering how much of it is truth and how much of it is fiction that you've cut out and pasted for the enjoyment of those you have never met and probably never will meet.
I want to vomit at the thoughts that I've mistakenly stumbled upon.
Yet I keep reading and I look and hope for a sign that I'm doing the right thing devoting myself completely and entirely to you before it's too fucking late and I lose everything that I was before I met you.