im talking to him again.  the first him.  [of course we said our hellos, then i asked how he was, i just closed the window]

him: good
him: u
me: im not too bad myself.  are you going to the show tomorrow night?
him: where at?
me: morning star church
me: qtown
him: where in q-town is it?
me: 9th and main
him: ohhhh
him: how much to get in?
me: six bucks
him: cool
him: is it that church thats right in front of strayer?
me: ...  i guess?
him: i'll go if i can find it
me: i hope to see you there
him: same here
me: i miss you dood, you rocked my sock
me: s
me: i dunno, im gonna try my damndest to go.  i think i might be grounded
him: wait
him: how exactly did i rock your socks?
me: what do you mean?  do you think theres some secret hidding meaning behind that?  i mean yeah, there is.  but why do you ask?
him: i'm j/w
him: but whats the secret?
me: sigh, you dumb.  heh. 
him: just tell me please
me: dood, i really liked you.  a lot.
him: i know
him: i liked you too
me: yeah well.

my first entry begins with a conversation:

him: hey it's *** *
him: remember me?
me: yes.
me: whats up?
him: not much
him: u
me: less
him: ohhhh
him: how have you been?
me: not bad, i guess.  wish i was back there.
him: wow thats odd
him: lol
him: why would you wanna come back to shitsville
me: its better than here.
me: and i miss every one
him: ohhh
him: yeah
me: i was there last night
me: at a show
him: cool
him: what show?
me: ******* **** *****.  bunch of bands from ******** were playing.
him: fun
him: did you see anyone
me: i saw *** ****** and this kid i know, but dont know [its weird] whos got the same po as me.  but thats it.
him: fun
me: not really
him: why dont you move back here if you want to so badly
me: i cant.  not aloud.
him: says who?
me: the only person i can leagally move in with, my mother
me: she doesnt want me back
him: that blows
me: yeah
me: i just miss hanging out with everyone
him: yeah
him: i miss you
[insert long pause here]
me: i miss you too
him: [have you heard from *** at all?
me: ******?
him: yupperz
me: i saw him a bit ago.  at some psychiartists place.  hes in a group home
him: thats cool
him: do you know how long he's gonna be in there?
me: not a clue
him: damn
[pause]
me: we should hang out

and then he put an away message up:

*sigh*

i dont understand what makes me so depressed whenever i talk to the boy.  and i dont understand the whole 'sigh' thing.  its just kind of peculiar.  i do miss him though.  very much.  if i was still there, he would be the only thing on my mind.  i am in love with the boy.  or...  i mean...  i dont know.  but miss him more than anybody else.

edit-9.07
more boy stuff.  i have a problem...:
another him: alright, later sweet heart(you ARE a sweet heart cuz you even agreed)