I'm reading her journal. Stupid ******** me, reading her journal. And crying my eyes out on the inside. Why? Why can't I move away? Why can't I let go? Why does she still mean so much to me?
Kay... Catherine... please... explain to me why...
EDIT: You cared about me, Kay. You did. I read your journal entry. You read my journal up until the day that I changed it to friends only. You called me insane, and said my entries used to make you laugh.
But you also said you still cared. Even if you said it was only a little.
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Mental Cesspool
All the little thoughts, problems, and concerns that I may be dealing with at any given time, spread out for the internet to see.
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