10:38 p.m. - January 22, 2006
Meeting Joel in Dallas was a disaster that has taught me an important lesson: Friendship and opening up to people is a flawed enterprise when insincerity is the mortar cementing two people together.
I've known Joel for nearly five years and considered him my best friend. As these things go, I was sorely mistaken.
There is nothing more to say.
I am angry and hurt and feel my defenses propelling me into that familiar place of being remote from people to avoid getting hurt. Such a waste after all the ground I've covered in this time.
In the end, I am always the throwawayboy. It is dangerous to forget my place.