what little good and happiness remained in my life is now crumbling around me. bye.

on march  31st 2004 i made an entry stating “well, that was fun while it lasted.” and i’m afraid i’ll be repeating myself soon.  there is no communication, well, no reciprocation of communication, no offering of any kind, i just sit and wait like a puppy and bear the brunt when complaints are made of nothing new.  broke down last night, finally we slept when it seemed things were built back up, then within 10 minutes of leaving the house today, everything is back to shit.  now, nearly 12 hours later, phones aren’t answered and my companionship seems instantly unwanted after the best year+ that i have had.  cant sleep and cant imagine what to do from here.  any expression i make feels like the dire pleas of a toddler, likethe poems of a six year old dreaming of princesses.

where to go from here?