Journal Entry: private. [Will]

[palace_will]

Dear God, how the fuck did I wind up . . . here?

I mean, jeez, he loves me! He fucking loves me!

Me!

He said it and, shit, I said it and that's something I never thought would . . . nah.

Like, not to me!

Now I'm using this dumb journal thing cause I promised him I would and even if he can't read the entries, he can count the damned things! Not that he would, but still. [Marton loves me!]

Wanted me to 'talk to someone' though. But I don't mind; not minding much of anything right now and here's hoping Cloud Nine lets me down gently, no?

I told him I didn't want to, of course, and that's when he made me promise. Well, I offered, kind of an appeasement, an apology for not wanting to spill my guts to a stranger and all, but I'm stuck with it now.

I wonder if you can save crossword puzzles as journal entries?

Crap, I'm rambling. Talk about a stream of conciousness. Right after we finish talking about comma usage, capitalisation and correct grammar and shit.

I'm not filling very much space here.


He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me not.
He loves me, he loves me not.
Fuck off! He loves me!!!

The rest of it can go find a lake to jump into. I'll be fine, just like, well, always.

...loves me. :)