05 April 2002
I'm home! After 18 hours of driving, I'm home. I want to call everyone, yet I can't, it's rather early, isn't it?
He was the classic California boy: golden hair, golden skin. I pretended to be studious, taking notes every so often, but I wanted so much for him to hold me, to rest my head on his shoulder. He sat right next to me, but it felt like the half-continent that exists between us now was there then.
I'm aware that the link boxes on the side probably don't work. I'll get them fixed. And does anyone actually read my archives?
He was the classic California boy: golden hair, golden skin. I pretended to be studious, taking notes every so often, but I wanted so much for him to hold me, to rest my head on his shoulder. He sat right next to me, but it felt like the half-continent that exists between us now was there then.
I'm aware that the link boxes on the side probably don't work. I'll get them fixed. And does anyone actually read my archives?