do you get it?
hello to pigtails. sorry if i was pissy today -- i'm feeling a bit lonely lately, so any attractive female that doesn't immediately smother me in affection meets with harsh reprobation. that sounds kind of bad doesn't it? oh well. don't take it the wrong way.
hello to fluffy. so, uh... how's it going? i hope you aren't feeling like i'm no longer interested in talking to you -- in fact, i'm feeling rather that it's the other way around. don't feel bad, it's understandable. i never think that people want to hang out with me anyway. hmm, that sounds like desperate begging for pity, doesn't it? i don't think that it is...
hello to hussy (that's her name, honest!). feeling any better? i suppose i'll talk to you before you read this, but figured i'd mention you anyway, since you mainly read my diary looking for any reference to you ;) [note that the glyph ";)" is generally taken to indicate that the preceding is to be construed as humor]
hello to green tea and the moon. it took me long enough to get around to you, didn't it? don't worry, nothing personal. i heard an interesting story from a drummer, a story set in a used cd shop several months ago, a story involving a forlorn sigh in falsetto. it has at once confirmed my suspicions and yet happened in the distant enough past to confound any certainty. i only wish that i could have had the nerve to act instead of forever pondering. is it too late to act?
now that i look at it... at that poem... well, there's obviously no way to fulfill some of those promises... but i didn't even try. why do i feel the need to know? why, having looked, can't i close my eyes and leap?
and that's where i say hello to the stars in the sky, and goodbye.