funny how things always seem to end up this way. just after school i give my love a poem and she loved it, like she always does. i don't understand the impact they have but that's not why i'm writing. anyway, she just says she has to go. of course i'm probably being paranoid about everything but it seemed like something was wrong. i talk to her about how i'll get to see her tomorrow because it's the weekend. then she gets this annoying pesimistic tone and says, "yeah, if we can..." why couldn't we? yeah, parents have to be around but we always seem to make it work, don't we? that's why i hate it when she has to be like that. she knows i'll do anything to see her but she sends me the message that she doesn't believe me when i say that. we've been in fights before where i called her at 10:30 at night. now to some that may not seem that late but when you're not supposed to call after nine, and there are little kids sleeping, that was taking a big risk. i'm not sure if she knows why she's here on Earth, but i know why i'm here. I'm here to make you happy i'm here to make you glad i'm here when you need to talk i'm here when you're sad i'm here when you cry i'm here when you fall i'm here when life's not fair i'm here when you call i'm here right now i'm here each day i'm here even when there's nothing to say i'm here now i'm here forever i'm here for you and will never sever i love you with all my heart and hope you're alright Jessi... -Adam-