September 5, 1998 11:44 a.m.

i had a friend i thought would never leave, but now he's gone. what's that say for the rest of you? make me promises. go ahead. i won't believe them anyway. and, it wouldn't matter if i did. a promise is as fleeting as the feeling that provokes it. it's okay. really. don't feel guilty for thinking as you are. i don't understand myself either. i'd never expect someone else to. this? oh. this is just a feeling as worthless and as fleeting as a promise that was broken by a friend. i suspect that by tonight it will be gone.