December 26, 2011

requesting information on the caller

dear why would i've gone there diary,

think of me when you peek through the hole, i wont be waiting on the other side. i wouldn't strain my eyes very much looking through the tiny hole either, things wont much have changed for you out here. it could have been different- if ida waited somewhere near that hole, but things, well, things got complicated. but that's neither here nor there, the grand divide, but it did happen for a reason. i'd figured ida stayed near that hole forever you know, but knowing the misery consumes you has overtaken any desire to wait for the chance to watch through the window. good bye is something you say to someone you knew, and i never even knew you.