[This entry was written on March 10th of 2003. Two years later I’d write the same post. What happened to cause me to write this is lost from memory and was never written down. It was also the last post in that journal.]
My feelings for Her are almost dead. I’m happy about it. It sounds cruel, I know. Falling for Her was one of the worst things that ever happened to me. I was prepared to do everything the Right Way, and I got absolutely no appreciation for it.
My love for Her is dead, but it’s bones will serve as good kindling for a phoenix rebirth, but I’m not striking any matches. I hope I didn’t act rash, or too quickly… But my feelings for Her are killing me. I can’t sleep, I can’t think. My ability to care for others got trapped in Her teeth, but I chewed it off, and I’m hoping it’ll grow back. Until then, it feels nice to be able to be mean to others and not feel bad.