blast from the past.

i was looking through an old journal (one that ive never read over) and came across these two things;

an old poem that i wrote, not half bad.

there is this euphoria wrapping up my soul,underneath;im trying to live up how i feel, im trying to see people for their heart; spirit, body, soul, smile. black and white, colour.i am in love with the world.

a letter of concern from my ex bestfriend (sarah); it goes as follows...

this journal entry is by sarah. im allowed to write in caitlins journal because i have best friend privellages. tonight, or actually this morning is new years. the day was spent for cait at work, and for me, being sick and sleeping. but the night was the party. cait is pretty drunk still.
caits drinking does make me sad and a little bit scared, she doesnt drink too much now, but im afraid it will become a habit. maybe im dumb but i worry. since she seems to have no limit, im afraid that she will drink so much that she'll get alcohol poisoning or some shit like that. i feel bad though. im always the one to ruin the fun. i can never really just let loose, im always worried about something. i cant drink as hard as cait and all our friends so i feel bad and i usually go home. but anyway, i love cait the way that she is, she is my family and i dont know what id do with out her.

so much for getting away from her and "not caring" anymore. i got real teary eyed reading it, especially since i havent read it before. oh well?