January 23, 2000
I miss this every time it's gone, and yet can never find the time to enjoy it when it exists. Such is the way in life, I suppose. I promised changes, and they'll come in time. For now, I am becoming everything I detested not long ago...and loving it all.I miss the drama and the screaming. I miss the freedom of ignorance. I wish I were still weak enough not to care about my corner in this place. And, I suppose, I delight in these memories. I am not the same woman I was only a year ago, in all my bittersweet madness, but I will never forget her. Or you.
You, with your dangerous eyes and enchanting embrace. You, I will remember always. Every day forever I will think of the sadness that brought us together and tore us apart.
Chin up, young friend. The world is yours, and mine and ours. We will wish for things we never knew we wanted, and be delighted to become them.
And I will forever stand corrected.