Mr. Roboto

“You ask him.”

“No, you.”

“You’re the one who wants to know.”

“But he’s your dad.”

(We both look at one another, then up to the dining room.)

“Hey, Dad?”

“Mr. Workman?”

“Dad?”

“Mr. Workman?”

(He finally comes to the top of the three stairs.)

(Us, in unison.) “Who’s Killroy?”

Lol. I could fill another diary with as many entries as this one has with memories from those times. I mean, God! The rolly-beach-thing! Which, by the way, yes, is in my novel, Dolly. Lol.

I can’t believe I’m talking to you again. I can’t believe we’re E-mailing, that we can and probably will, considering us, send letters to one another again. Because as good as E-mail is, it doesn’t beat the drawings and jokes we’d put on our envelopes. Or the fact that I like getting mail, and always looked forward to getting a letter from you.

I think I’m okay now. I mean, everything in my life had fallen apart over the past two years. I was as close to emotionaly losing myself as I had ever come. But one thing held me together. A friendship I never thought I’d have again with a friend who proved he could care.

Yeah, I’m talking about Jason.

Everything in my life has come back together recently. Finally coming to terms with everything that happened in regards to Dan, hashing things out with Melanie and moving on to become friends with her again, and finally, the last, and biggest, piece of the puzzle. Talking to Dolly again.

I don’t know exactly what I want to write, here. Oh, by the way, Dolly? I find your second entry title funny, because, “Dim wit” is what Mike and I keep joking about me teaching Dan’s first born to call him.

–Notes–

Hey Rita.. I actually did leave you an email…. can you give me your email address again though.. and I will write you again.. I swear I wrote you though 😀 [Jeremy DeForrest]
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amidst all the kids on this site complaining about how their lives are falling apart, it’s nice (and refreshing!) to read about someone making mature, positive change in their life, in order to be happier. Go you! [Princessraisin]