I haven't written a journal in a while.
I'm barely back, and you are one of like, EXACTLY two people I wanted to see when I came back. Because we never were good at keeping in touch. Because we always had a hard time dealing with each other's problems, but we always wanted to know. And conversations inevitably lead that way.
. . . Fuck, I 'unno. My mind's racing right now.
You could send me a pizza, but you never sent me that note you wanted me to read when you weren't around.
Speaking purely platonically (I wouldn't want to freak you out, thinking I suddenly had a hard-on for you, I know how you are with this shit), I love you, man.