index | archives | notes | reviews | FAQ Tuesday, Jun. 08, 2004 | 3:55 p.m. [Medication] I cannot help but smile as I wonder whether or not he remembers that Broken Glass Boy is the name I gave to the boy in the last entry almost six months ago. I distance myself from you as you have requested, and you wait for me when class is done. I do not ask the questions that I normally would because I know it will only piss you off, and you ask them instead. I try my very best to hate you, and you ask me how to draw a rose. Against every single bit of sense that was left in my body, I was yours again. << | N | >> whatiscopyright.org