Saturday, November 3, 2001, Age 20

So, I wrote him an email.  I hate when I start thinking about him, cause then I always end up thinking about him more and more and, of course, I only remember the good shit and find his bad traits endearing (for god’s sake I have no idea why?!) and then I start missing him and I hate that.  I wish I could just see the big picture now.  So I wouldn’t want to wish things that may be ridiculous to even be thinking about.  I dunno, god I can’t stop thinking about his hugs.  They were the best!  I mean the ones when he meant it you know.  They would just make the entire rest of the world disappear for one moment and it was majestic.  Ugh!  I hate that I miss him!