March 6, 2006
My best friend is quite new, a surprise, a lifeline to cling to in the labrynth. He is young and wild and outrageous, but he listened. He let me talk and saw me through my words, even though I had hidden behind them for so long. I have no idea why I trusted him but he helped and cared and kept my secrets safe. He alone knows my lover's name and how, when he left me, I wept until all traces of colour were washed from my world. Never did I dare dream that I could meet such a friend.