Scared James away for good. Pity, he was a nice young boy.

So solitude and alone, and I like it. Thank you. No, James tisn't running through my mind, nor am I parading about toting a new fellow on my arm. Yes, I've gone back to the days of March and being on a beach when it's about to rain, only this time I'm not talking to him, I'm just not thinking at all really.

I feel like I'm not here half the time though.