rose

I've been resisting saying this for a couple months now, but I have to do it.

You are my first love's doppleganger. It's really uncanny. Of course you'd have to be about six or seven years older and live in Ohio, but it' really weird. Even down to the smoking bit. Weird.

Damn. Over a month later and you're still missing. This entry has more meaning now. I'm so angst-ridden. I'm going to yell at my parents, alienate my friends, and write bad poetry.

Oh, god, I think I feel the acne coming back.