2004-12-07 O 7:33 p.m.

Last night's dream... I hate that I can remember every detail about it. I want to forget. I want it to come true. Can I have both?
I want to be remembered. For my style... For my writing... For my sense of self... Is it wrong to be remembered?
I am held captive by you. I live my life, but everything makes me think of you. I still have this thread of hope that when the phone rings, it's you calling to tell me that you love me... I still want it to be you.