October 19, 2003
There used to be a time when you came to me for comfort. Times when you just needed a hug or a shoulder to cry on. I don't know what happened to those times. The way we used to be. Maybe I drove you away somehow. Perhaps I'm just stupid and can't see that you simply don't love me anymore. You'd rather smoke dope with your friends than hang out with me and talk of life and all the things that make us rich or poor. Happy or sad. You make me feel sad most of the time. Missing you.