10.21.2002 - 4:48 pm
I don't know why I did it. It wasn't just the beer. As strange as it may sound, I'm not grossed out by you like the rest of your friends are. I wish they had more respect. I wish my friends didn't feel the urge to talk to everyone. I felt that you needed to be touched. I wish she wasn't there. I don't want this fucking up everything. I don't want to be regretting it like I am right now.
There's more to say but I'll wait till we're face to face.
