roller_haven twiggie so many memories attached to that place. it's finally closed. i want to keep it that way so it can just hold everything i remember inside. 001223 ... babybattalkstoomuch i couldn't sleep last night. i turned on my light and the first thing my eyes noticed was my box....the one with all of the notes in it. so i opened it, and they spilled out. 2 years worth of notes i had saved. i read through about a third of them before i got sleepy. our lives revolved around this place, a couple of boys, and fighting. i would stay mad at any one of my friends for so long...for the littlest, stupidest things. i would tell them why i was mad, and then they'd apologize for weeks, until i finally was ready to forgive what they'd done. i look back and it should've been me apologizing. now when i'm upset or hurt by someone, i don't even tell them. i keep it all inside. both are extremes, for once i wish i could just fall in the middle. just be able to talk out the problems i have with people. i let those friendships drift so much since i moved. staying close is hard when i'm 1500 miles away. but i haven't even put effort into it. i used to be able to tell them everything, since i moved i haven't been able to tell anyone *absolutely* everything. different people know parts, some know most, but there is not one person i've been able to sit with and spill everything to. i miss that terribly. then again, who wants to hear about everything? there's too much to tell, from mpls to north haven to rochester. too many meaningless little things to keep someone's attention. but i'm rambling now... this has stopped being something about roller haven. i wonder what the inside looks like. if it's the same thing, just empty, neglected, dusty... 010108 what's it to you? who go blather from