February 5th, 2001:

21:29:00 SELF: you are losing me.
21:29:06 SELF: you must be smoking pot.
21:29:08 jaclyn: probbaly cause I started smoking.
21:29:11 jaclyn: haha.
21:29:11 SELF: yup.
21:29:14 jaclyn: lol

I call… I wait… you call… I wait… then I call again… then I wait… and I don’t even want you anymore. That possibility is there still, and that makes me hold on, I think… or maybe not.

“and I taste what I could never have… it’s from you… all those times… that I tried… my intentions… full of pride… and I waste… more time than anyone”

She says it is obvious that I over analyze. I invest too much thought? Is that possible?

A girl once told me she could be happy with anyone. I didn’t understand that then. I do now. And the fact that I understand makes my stomach turn. I guess I am fortunate that I have yet to come to the point of making a statement like that myself.

I am a harmless stalker, waiting to be stalked myself. Infatuation is not a bad thing, and I don’t care what you say.

And I wish I were there, to see you peeking through the branches. I don’t know if I would let you keep looking, or pull you inside from the cold.