Dear Journal:

I can feel comin' in the air tonight, oh lord. And I've been waitin' for this moment, for all my life, oh lord. Can you feel it comin' in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord... When you told me you were drowning, I would not lend a hand. I've seen your face before my friend, but I don't know if you know who I am. Well I was there, I saw what you did. I saw it with my own two eyes. So you can wipe off that grin, I know where you've been. It's all been a pack of lies. And I can feel it comin' in the air tonight. Well I've been waiting for this moment for all my life, oh lord. I can feel it comin' in the air tonight, oh lord. And I've been waitin' for this moment all my life, oh lord, oh lord. Well I remember, I remember, don't worry. How could I ever forget, it's the first time, it's the last time we ever met. But I know the reason why you keep the silence, no you didn't fool me. The hurt doesn't show, but the pain still grows still stranger to you and me. And I can feel it comin' in the air tonight, oh lord. But I've been waiting for this moment for all my life. I can feel it in the air tonight, oh lord, oh lord. But I've been waitin' for this moment for all my life, oh lord. And I can feel it comin' in the air tonight oh lord. But I've been waiting for this moment for all my life.. And I can feel it in the air tonight oh lord, oh looord.

Oh, think twice, because it's another day for you and me in paradise. Oh, think twice, because it's another day for you, for you and me in paradise. She calls out to the man on the street. He can see she's been crying. She can't walk but she's trying. Oh, think twice. OOOH. Think twice. It's just another day for you, you and me in paradise.

Just think about it. Ooh no, is there is nothing anybody can do? There must be something you can say... You can tell from the lines on her face, you can that she's been there, probably moved on from every place cuz she probably didn't fit in there.

I know it's been some time. But there's somethin' on my mind. You see I haven't been the same since that cold November day. You said we needed space...So here I am. And can you please tell me, where do broken hearts go? Can they find their way home? Back to the open arms of a love that's waiting there, and if somebody love's you, will they always love you? I've been around enough to know that dreams don't turn to gold. No you just can't run away. What we have is so much more than what we've ever had before. You're always on my mind. Can you please tell me? Where do broken hearts go? Can they find their way home? I look in your eyes and I know that you still care for me. Now that I am here with you. I'll never let you go, I look into your eyes and now I know.

I sit here, nestled into my safe abyss awaiting love. I give yet I shant receive. It's a never ending cycle of torment. And I ask, "Why? Why do I do this?" And the only answer that returns: Because you love him. But what is love? It's not just some hot, sweaty sexual incounter in a bath tub or in the serenity of the amourous glow of candle light. Love hurts. It hurts so bad. I always feel sad when I think about it. I thought about it, and I thought about it being over, but I cry when I think of not being with you. I thought I had let you go, so why does it hurt me so? I gotta get you outta my head. If you can't come around, then I need to leave. Mmmhhmmmm. My life's been shitty since the day we last seen each other boy. I went and did the things I said I would do boy, I found some one who'd love me for me. I haven't had much trauma since the day that we split. And when I think of all the things you put me through, leaving you has been the best thing for me. Why do I feel so sad?

Yeah... But deep inside, I could hear voices tellin' me this ain't right. You used to say I coudln't do it, but I did it. I can feel it, when that voice inside says I'm gonna be alright.

You don't wanna play your part, but you think we're a couple. It takes two to tango hun, and I am two stepping solo. But leaving you is what I have to do to be okay. Nobody understands me. We gunna be alright.

Music is polluting. You ever notice that? How much of this fucking entry is dillouted with music? Most of it.

I don't want to stop loving you. But you're forcing me to. Rekindle if you think it's appropiate or tell me now. I don't wait.