2003-06-06 - 9:52 a.m.

we've overstayed our welcome on this friendship. it is not a sense of loss, but more a relief. my bags are packed, and im looking towards home. it feels like eternity that ive spent away, like a sleepless vacation. im not sure where you will go, or if you plan on staying to soak up the last views. i rest in assurance that it will come again, and despise it for the same reason. it always does and everytime i will say yes when i know i should walk away.

the thing is, i have something better. i have something that is beyond any temptation you can disperse. but i guess i like the trial of proving that every time.