Man, the last time I wrote an entry was two months ago. Wow. I guess I didn't really have anything to say. In March, I didn't have anything to say because I was on a full-time routine at work, and now in the month of April, I'm just getting ready to wrap up this semester with a grand finale. To be honest, I think I'm starting to get more and more insecure about writing on my Xanga. It's probably just me going ape shit, but I've always had this idea that my audience knows me more personally than I think. I know I could just make my entries private, but there's no fun in that. A twisted part of me really enjoys knowing more than one pair of eyes caresses my diary. ;)
I don't even know what to say. I know I logged on to say something - in fact, I know exactly what I want to write about right now, but I don't know where to start. I just received this text right, not too long ago. I work for her, and she texted me. It just reminded me of something, and I almost felt like crying. Look, I know I could be overly emotional sometimes. I never like to admit it, but maybe I do get a mean case of PMS once in a while. But my reasons are never unjustified. I could think about it right now, in my night clothes just chilling on my bed, and I'd still get infuriated at the slightest reminder of it. It pisses me off because I care. Yeah, there, I've said it. I care a whole lot. I have no way of understanding why there has to be this huge rift in our relationship when we've come such a long way.
There's just this pulse in my head, telling me I need to hold on to this with every piece of strength left in me, to the tips of my fingers. So you see, I have to listen to that voice. I always have. Even before you were born.
