Notes to Cindy: The Archives

Regardless of what I might tell myself, and what other people might say about her, I am still in love with Tamara Joan Laughter, aka Anya Tamira Straigya. I don't know how I'm going to do it, but I need to get back to Hendersonville, before it's too late. I was an idiot for coming here. There's nothing for me here. No love, no friends, no work, no hope, no dreams- just empty, worthless, pointless, existence. I'll get myself back on the path I was on, one way or another. This path is wrong, under-processed... rash. I don't take these kinds of chances, and I shouldn't have ever taken this one. I should have met up with Anya; I know, now, the mistake I made. It was impatience that brought me here. Nothing more. I'll arrange plans to leave within the week. As soon as I can get directions from a library, I'll be able to go.