%%knife%% -- 2004-03-10 // 3:54 p.m.
everythings getting so nice again, reminding me of being woken up in the summer. always insisting on seeing me as soon as you could. Cash came up to the house today...i saw him get out of his car through the window and i jumped up and stood by the door, waiting for him to knock...but he didnt....i flung open the door and he drove away, he left a note in the mailbox with his cell and home phone numbers on them, calling my mom his friend...his fucking "FRIEND"! i remember when i couldnt take him some days and id escape with you and you made me forget everything in the world but the world itself. it was like going to the land of Oz and leaving Oz anytime i pleased...today your turning 17, Happy Birthday porkchop.