optimistic.

1. i feel the same way.2. you being happy makes me happy. i’m happy for you, love.3. i’m that way about ryan right now and it’s a beautiful feeling.6. amen.8. that’s how i feel, too. i haven’t written much worth reading in a while and my notes seem directly proportional to how beautiful my words are. i’m still here for you, though; i’ve always been here for kim, not for kims words.

i’ve lost whatever i had too. i come back to read but for the most part when i stopped writing people stopped visiting my diary. i’m beginning to wonder if i will ever get my words back. xxx;;

well I just started reading you. so i missed all the poetry. but I find you interessting just the same. Bethany

Ooh how I’ve missed you. Sometimes .. I just hold on tighter. -Sinless Silhouette

It seems like the best have all disappeared, nearly simultaneouslyWhich makes it hard for us all to come back.A visit every now and then is not enough to keep it alive.The good old days, no?But dear, your words are still some of my very favouritesBecause your honesty is worth so much more than so many other people.I’m so glad you’re happylove

i miss you when you’re gonenot simply your wordsbut youi wish we can meet one dayso i could smell your smile.

that’s bullsh_t.people come here to read you,all of you.your words,what you feel,what you’ve done and what you want to do.your words are worth a lot,i firmly believe that.and you need to as well.xxx ps: i’ll watch mrs henderson

isnt your poetry you, in a sense anyhow?

I saw the trailor for that the other night. Honestly, that old woman saying, “Isn’t that delecious?” really creeped me out for some reason.I enjoy your poetry, but I also like the direct approach of you just writing about you.

I’d like to get married right now, too. 🙂 Here’s to speeding up the process.

no. 8 is a bunch of crap, and we all know it.do you have a date set yet?I don’t write much anymore. at all. but whatever.xo

trust me, i’d give anything, ****ing anything, to have someone like you holding onto me these days.

i know that desire to be with someone now.even when they’re not going anywhere,it’s like you need to wrap yourself up in them.xxx

ryn//thank you for saying that.

thanks, love.he and i were both giddy all day.hell, we’re both still giddy all day.i can’t stop smilingand the sun seems a little brighter.he’s teaching me to have faith in tomorrow; not that it will be better, but that it will be just as good. =)laura

we’re never really alone. i wish i could feel that way more often. as long as the plane doesn’t crash,i think i’ll be safe 🙂 xxx

If I get the chance to see it I will.

If I’d only been here for your poetry I wouldn’t have bothered reading, noting or keeping you on my list for all this time. The best entries are the ones where I read about Kim. No matter what form it’s in. Love,

You can hate, me if you want. A shocking number of people (especially women) do, apparently.

I hope that one day I too can feel that way about someone. I think (no, I’m certain) that metaphors and similies and clever allegories come in ebbs and flows like the tide. They’ll be back, they just took a back seat for a while. x

I think the frustration with writing is shared by all writers at various times and ironically, the only cure for it is writing about it…