I need to be held.
I miss waking up and talking to my dad while I eat my bowl of fruit. It's just not something you can used to not doing. My friends here aren't the same as the one's I had in Colorado. I can't tell them stuff like I did my other friends. I'm actually afraid to be myself. I like it here, but the people just aren't the same, they don't seem to want to get to know me or really even be my friend.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
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