Dear...

2003-05-17 - 5:02 a.m.

Dear Diary,

I've been writing in you for over a year now. We've had our ups and downs, but you've stuck with me, you inanimate object you.

Thanks for being there. Thanks for letting me get my thoughts out of my head. Thank you for listening, and not taking me the wrong way. Thanks for never censoring me, for allowing me to think and feel for myself.

I'm going through a shitty time right now, and here you are at 5am, doing what you do for me.

When did I become so melancholy? More importantly, when can I stop?

dug