11 Cinnamon toast crunch 1/6/2003 Look we both know you know this is about you, is that supposed to stop me from writing what i need to? maybe it will be censored some, yeah right. Found your letter today in the box under my bed. It smells like you, I wish it was you. Took your pictures and put them up on the wall over my desk, I can almost feel you burning holes through my eyes. I'm lost in this moment that seems to feel like my eternity imagining what it would be like with you. what it would be like to hold you in my arms. and then i'm brought back to reality, and it sucks. Watching my friend make out in the hall, why aren't you here making out with me? i don't think i can stand this much longer. Lastnight I couldn't get to sleep. Spent the whole night tossing and turning thinking about you and what i should do. i gotta call you, but i'm too scared to pick up that receiver- afraid of what i might say or what you might think. What am I doing? And now its in my field, its all up to me now. No one should trust me with such a detrimental thing. THere is the huge possibility i might just screw this up like everything else i ever did in my life.