parkplace's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- It Was Fun While It Lasted Listening To: Farewell by Hundred Hands I broke up with Alex. It was getting stale between us. I'm not a good boyfriend and I didn't treat him like I should have. He deserves better than me and I'm not saying that for pity or anything: it's the truth. I suck at being a boyfriend. Whatever. It was fun while it lasted. I am so down right now. Maybe it's the music, maybe it's the atmosphere. I miss Julia like fuck. She left for her camp three days ago and I miss her so much. I feel so sad. So sad. I just want to fall asleep. In my own bed. In my bed on Fuller Terrace. The house that burnt down. I have been longing for my room for so long. I want to look out at the ocean. My ocean view. I miss it so much. I miss my room so much. I miss my nights up there so much. I miss being happy. I feel so down. I feel so fucking down for some reason. I miss everything. I miss the past. I miss my bed and my windows and my third floor. I miss my stereo and how the airplanes flew low to arrive to logan airport. They flew right above my house. I miss the lighthouse that shed light. 12:46 a.m. - 07-22-04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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