ALONE

 Voices in my head are voices of the past.

 Same old, same old.

 Same here, except that I sent out the letter for Carissa.

 Not much to say.

 It's somewhere between 10 and 11 pm and Christopher's birthday. The usual occasion, but without Lily's evil spawn.

I found myself thinking about Carrisa again, so I'm going to do my best to get the letter for her mailed out ASAP.

I find that I have a habit of concentrating (for minutes to days at a time) about different people, places, or things and then just forget them, suddenly, as though the emotion that drew me to them never existed. Maybe I'm just lonely. All I have that is held close to me is my poetry and my music. The music allows me to release depressed emotion and my poetry is me or most of me. But one can only go without the affection of another for so long before he wonders whether or not it exists.