April 21, 2002
And as thoughts of her once again entered my mind, I thought to myself "why can't you just let go of me." realization of my error immediately crept up on me. "No... why can't I just let go of you? You've let go of me long ago. This is my problem." I'm trying to move on. I want to move on. The problem is, nothing is happening. I've staled out at 10000 feet, and I'm in a flat spin to nowhere. Falling endlessly in no particular direction. There is no sky above to fly, and no ground below to crash.