Juliet

Jarryd Brown
March 30, 1986 - May 20, 2008


A selfish feeling, I suppose. I want and need to hear your voice and feel your skin and know you Love me too. I know you Loved me. I know I can't do a thing to change the way I feel right now. I know you're gone, but I still can't even believe it.

The fireflies went crazy for you. The frogs and bugs were screaming and singing and dancing in the woods and every single little ant I saw walking made me think "maybe they hold some little piece of you that I cannot see" so I tried to feel it, but all I could feel was regret that I didn't give you your daily phone call yet that day.

..and 4 beautiful girls who Love you unconditionally went skinny dipping in the co-op pool in your honor.

No regrets in many ways though, when we last parted you were smiling and I know I held you close and told you "I Love you" and I may have even told you to be safe. I remember that hug. You said you Loved me too and then you left. My mind thinks: If only I had called you, things would be different.. the butterfly effect would take wing and we'd be laughing about how great your life is, instead of me crying about how great it was.

Hug Life.
......"and you know we'll see each other around"........

I Love you, J.B.

I have been shaking for days.

I have been fighting this and I don't seem to be winning or losing, just getting tired.

Hey there, give me a minute, let me put my puzzle-pieced mind back together.

Does anyone know a person or place that teaches American Sign Language in town?

Thanks

My creativity seems stagnant, like the glass of water on my dresser that I'm waiting to evaporate but it will probably just rot. Maybe I should of just drank it. He said his dehumidifier would help, but I'm being patient. I'd rather not bring a whole glass of water to his house. It would just end up being something else to clean up.



It's been 2 months since my second mother died. It's probably been over 2 years since I've seen her. She taught me how to tie my shoes.. and strawberry milk will always remind me of her.

August comes too soon.

or is it the other way around?

de de dum dum dooooo

don't delete my diary!

my dog just ate my only piece of vegan pizza and I burst into hysterical sobbing

and now I can't stop

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living in Asheville, visiting Nashville, soon to be in Tallahassee, Florida

lovely blooming weed, your seeds that feed my need to breed. You see, I ache for the sake, of taking you in, that internal spin, that luminous grin, that unforgivable sin. I never win. You take me again.

Has anyone ever heard of this island you can send you dog to so he or she can be free with other dogs?

http://www.thedogisland.com/

It's based in Tallahassee too, or at least their P.O. Box is here. Weird.

no one has ever said "I don't want to be without you" before now... and meant it.

It's amazing how much you can miss a place you hated so intensely.

Perhaps I just miss the people.

Asheville weather has been beautiful, not at all what I thought. The mountains are great, I just wish I was surrounded by the people who I care about, and who care about me.

All three of my roommates are out of town for spring break.

It's hard falling asleep at night.

ps. I'll be in Tallahassee in a week or two. Call or message me if you'd like to get up. I don't check my e-mail much here, but I'll check it in town.

greenjuicebox@hotmail.com

my sister was watching that modeling reality show today and I walked through the living room in time to hear some girl say "what guy could possibly be better than being a supermodel?!"

Oh... they're out there.

I can't seem to make it up. It has to be a feeling. Damn it. I have to have silence. I want it out, but it feels like a chore. Something forced.

Press Start : Select. Choose another level.

Shake it out. We still haven't put away our christmas Tree. It's lying in the room no one goes in, without ornaments or lights. Without the smell of pine, because it's plastic. Goodnight moon.

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A long hug goodbye. I shouldn't even be in your living room. You're falling asleep on the carpet. I don't want to fall asleep drunk on organic cider on your couch. There are cardboard book ends sticking into my spine.

Another smiling face. Another face I smile at. Another day, another "Love" affair.

I don't want you to be thinking of me.