this is home this is where i go this is my playtime this is the past this is my time
 
01 December 2001

Outside it's so frosty looking, but full of the sort of cold beauty only winter can posess. As I took my sister on her paper route I saw children outside building little snowmen with the inch of snow we have and I thought: Wouldn't it be great if I could still do that, be without a care in the world? Children under the age of 10 really don't know how lucky they are. It's pretty much like after 10 you have to just work your ass off unless you are naturally wealthy or something. Or you just don't care about being rich or--you know what I mean.

The feelings I have for Remi seem to have intensified--I don't know what to do about them though. I don't know if he likes me, it seems so sometimes, that tantalizing slip of the tongue means something. I don't know. All I want is someone to hold me and be there for me when I'm sad.