"At times like that, I tend to switch of my mind, stare blankly into space and let what happens unwind." Screw that last one, I won't delete it because it's an important part of my life & I don't mind it in words. But it's just not what I wanted to write. I will repeat this though; we are sending each other a letter filled with all of our inner most fucked up thoughts and feelings. It's like freeing little parts of ourselves...& I get some valium and a suprise in mine. He gets pebbles from the beach & a couple of Friseum. I have decided that I have a high school crush on my literature lecturer. Today we were discussing 'The Wasteland' TS Elliot and although I'd not read it I was busting out some right ideas & he was full on lovin' em, saying things like..."yeah wow that's an excellent point" or "I totally agree, that's a really well considered thought" then looking at me with a mixture of suprise & something else. :]