just ignore me…

It’s growing colder.

Paul and friends were picking on Jeff (they gave him a wedgie and shit) and now I feel guilty. I liked Jeff. He might amount to something later. He might be something now.

I could shed some tears for my memories. Life used to be so nice, and I never appreciated every moment.

And I can never go back.

Oh winter. Oh love.

Sonja’s very proud of Paul. And I guess she should be. I cannot be proud. I am not alone if I have myself. Being alone is kind of nice anyway. I like to watch things – watch the beauty.

Winter is beautiful. The coldest time of fall is my time, when all of the leaves are gone and the wind blows and it feels like snow but not a flake falls. That time is good. I live for that time.