Sunday, Aug. 04, 2002 | 4:50 p.m.
now things are different and you are gone. or maybe i'm the one who left. but the memory is here. and as real as ever. right now you're questioning everything i ever said or did. and i hate you for that. read it again: i hate you for taking something that was once so beautiful and turning it into shit just because it's over. the fact that our relationship has changed doesn't mean that those eleven months were any less real. i meant the things i did and said. i'm sorry that you never believe me, that you decided somewhere along the line that you can't trust me. i'm sorry i'm not perfect the way you want me to be.
things change. life goes on. don't hate me because i tried to do what i thought was right. don't cry because it's over. smile because it happened.