April 4, 2002
It's morning here and it feels like it. My whole body's tight and sore, like I slept on a concrete floor and spent the night bruising myself. My back itches from the latest batch of tattooing. She was in my mind as soon as I awakened, calling to me like a siren. I miss her so much its like dying inside. This is the worst pain I've ever suffered. I admit it, I never believed in truefuckinglove, even after I met her I couldn't make myself believe it existed. But I'm sure now. And I think I threw it away.