I was going to sit down and write a nice, long entry, but all I have to say is that I miss the past...no, not exactly the past, I miss the people that were such a big part of my life during that time frame. It's already fourth quarter. It's all rushing by me so quickly. I don't know which way to turn anymore. I miss knowing that no matter what happened, they were always there for me. In a way, they still are there for me, and I'm still there for them; in a way, we're so far apart, not physically but mentally, that it's impossible for us to still be there for each other. I'm not sure about anything anymore except for the fact that I love them no matter what happens.

Being on this road is anything but sure.
Maybe we'll forget. I hope we don't forget.