I miss CJ. A fuckton. He was my one hope. He knew what was up. I don’t mean to be biased! Many people are amazing! But I knew him, more than others.
And I stopped initiating the emails.
He has bipolar so he stopped.
It’s up to me.
But I don’t want to!
I value his privacy! I don’t want to bother him! PERIOD!
And I LOVE writing about it PUBLICALLY in my journal online here. I LOVE how fucked up and crazy and wild it makes all of this. Because if the strings aren’t messed up yet, you’re not trying hard enough. The party is wild. Live long and prosper.
Love you, CJ.