: 7/19/62. Stupid, Stupid bitch.

est day of my life. Well, about 9 months before
: that really; when I decided to latch on to that 'biological
: accident' of potential life.

You are here as a crucial part of my life. Who else can I share my most intimate thoughts with? Who actually likes the sputum from my broken mind?

YOU!!

Who is the most awesome writer I have ever read?
You, Fairychild.

I waited every week for your installments, I understand you closed that part of your life, for the path you were on grew too dark, but for you darling, to ever think that you are not beautiful and God Struck is to be foolish and capricious with the wonderful gift of you. Treasure it. At the end of the black hole of loneliness and despair is the wormhole into a new reality. So what the fuck are you bitching about bitch?

You are a part of my reality, quantamly entwined, so live with it. You, ...Morgan....are absolutely, positively, beautiful.

In every way shape and form.

So....Never make me say I love you again because I just can't handle the drama.

: Then again, I consider the best day of my life getting hit by
: a train; so hey!

: I think I was born to be miserable. Couldn't be happy any
: other way. ;O)