Where to even begin at this point? This reminds me of when I stopped keeping a diary between the ages of 12 and 16. I imagine it was pretty jarring for my diary to suddenly go from recording my favorite pony names to what I'd like to do to River Phoenix if I had him alone for ten minutes. But, alas this entry had to happen. I tried to quit you, and I. Just. Can't. So, from here on out I vow to write regularly, and more importantly, to write honestly. It will not be pretty. That I can guarantee.
I missed you. Have you changed your hair? You look totes gorg.