Easy to write to.

Easy, so easy, to pour myself into the words and just pass them along, as if maybe when they go to his computer they are leaving my life and then I don't have to think about them.

I tell him so much.

I've told him so much.

Where is the line between confidance, trust, and stupidity? When have I crossed over? Where do I stop?

I don't want to stop...

...I'm on Yahoo messenger (Lady_Jax_Raven of course) and in half an hour class will be over.

I've stopped writing - waiting for him to say something. Anything. It feels like I'm pouring myself into dead space suddenly.

Odd.

I think I'm fragmenting further.