Dear Journal:

Night merges into day in the blink of an eye. Just yesterday we fought, joked, and drank as one merry people. And now, now we part for the better to ensure the legend of our own is told completely and without hast.

I sat today, for 20 minutes on the dark porch of Jamey's old dwelling. Now she resides in college. A billion and a half miles away, or so it seems, she shall learn to live an adult life in an adult world. She will live up to her envisionment. She will become the great and forever awesome woman to which she is destined to become.

Meanwhile, in our drab daily lives, we continue. We need not look back on the past memories for they are forever seared into our minds and hearts and souls. I just cannot comprehend what we will emerge into.

School starts in a few short days. This is the month for break ups. Zack and I, Bev and Dante, Beth and Tase. Dane comes home on Sunday. Jamesterz went to college. Work is hardening my soul. Stephanie birthed a 9 pound and some odd ounce baby at around 2:30 PM today. And just life in general will not fucking slow down.

I just want to break down and cry. Just shed the tears of joy for those of whom deserve, the tears of anger and passion for those of whom do not deserve, and tears of defeat to those of whom shall never see such. I will not fall in the eye of the public. I weep not for you in this place, but in a private place that we shall share forever. Take it with a grain of salt if you must, but I say that with great affection and respect.

Jamesterz, I hope you read this. I just want you to know how proud I am of you that you have started the long and most likely extremely challenging part of becoming an adult in modern society. With the scruitiny of your peers, the hardships of college life, and just the sadness of being away from home, I assure you this my dear: We all love you and desperately await your return with a nice, EXPENSIVE bottle of Vodka.

Zack, I don't know what went wrong. Well, I do but I don't feel like hearing you bitch about something that you fucked up and now cannot change. No matter how much you have fucked up, I assure you that not only will you get yours in time, but that you will also have a shoulder to cry on. Never, and I mean ever, burn your bridges. They connect your daily life.

Liz, my little ding bat/Vodka Whore (self titled) I am here for that same reason. Shed your tears into my lapel any day. I'm close, I'm dependable, and I can get MML's...Okay, so pardon the MML bit, but just remember that I am here. I was there for you in your time of need regarding Guss and I am here for you now.

Anton, my psyco co-conspirator, I am here for you too. Whether it be your need to exhale the words of hate for those fuck up faggots you and I both hate eternally or to shoot the shit about how sweet our computers are compared to the others; The line is always open. Just pick up the phone, and dial the number. I'm here and only a heart beat away.

Stephanie, should you choose to let Kent into your baby's life, that is your decision, and solely yours. I do not judge you in any aspect, but know this: If your baby needs a daddy, even a gay one, I'm here. You know you can count on me for anything that you may ever need.

Beth. If I could undo all the unjustices, sugar, you know I would. Remember in O'Leary-Dunn's class when I called you a "drama queen", well I have to take it back. I love drama. I'm a little bit of diva myself. Lol! But in all seriousness, if the bitch ever fucking touches you, just let me know and I'll seer her shit in a blink of an eye; all for you.

Bevie, dear, sweet, boob-pressing-against-the-wall Bevie. You know just as well as your Mom does that I am here in the darkest of hours and in the lightest of them too.

Karen, I know we really don't talk much or rather, you don't get to talk when I call you from work, but just know that if you need a friend, and I mean just want to talk or you need to spill the darkest secrets that have been forever polluting your soul... Just look to the northern sky and I'll be there.

Dane. I have some words of wisdom for you to: Fuck with the best, DIE like the rest. You even think of protruding into my personal life, You will cherish nothing for I will take it all away.

Angela... I still am empathic of our love and care for one another. Though our conflicting scheduels prevent our gatherings, I still am here. In your time of need.

It's easier to believe, in this sweet madness, all this glory and sadness that brings me to my knees. In the arms of the angels. Fly away from here. From this dark, cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie. You're in the arms of the angel; may you find some comfort here.

Just remember, friend, foe, whomever you are:

I'll be your cloud up in the sky. I'll be your shoulder when you cry. I'll hear your voices when you call me. I am your angel. And when all hope is gone, I'm here. No matter how far you are, I'm near. It makes no difference who you are. I am your angel. I'm your angel... Time is precious and it's slipping away.