#12
Personal musings from the player’s collection
June 9, 1974
It's Sunday evening and Kathie is out getting coffee and most probably starting to develop a nice hatred for me - I may have just pushed my self destruct.
Nevertheless I feel more love for her now that a few hours ago, I was getting to the point where I couldn't really give - it was motion - now it's emotion. I do love that girl, but she can't understand how I could truly love her and leave. Especially how I could love her more now. I want to give myself to her but I don't know if she'll take anything I have to give now.
... We'll see.
Sad
Sad
Sad
But more alive