Glass Bottles

I consider my blog entries to be notes in glass bottles sent out into the ocean. Nothing more.

If I told you I thought it was all wasted effort, looking for Jack, you could say I gave up too soon or too late. I tried to put it in the best terms possible. EVen the FBI can't find anon hackers. He was a blog, not a blogger. If even a "he" at all. It was just a few emails, not a few years together. d.

People take their tragedy, and they try to engulf you in it. d.

I never told Morpheus about my suicide attempt until years later. For this y reason. "YOU ARE RUINING MY LIFE!" HE yelled at me the first time we spoke after I sent the Facebook Messsage in February of this year.

NO. d. You ruined yours. YOu made me happy. Happy. And now, you have put me in harms way. And now, you have damaged my life. d

"And yet, you do nothing." TXT-message todya.

They can't make you feel small . None of them can. NOt that hackers. He does. ONly him. ONly his words. ONly him ignoring you. Your cries for help. d.

If anyone brought me Coke Zero's, it wasn't him.