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jul 19, 2001 9:48 p.m. how it is i feel horrible. i just want to go in my room and lock myself in there and not come out. i need to go anti-social again... no, i need to write. when all else fails, i have my pen and paper. they never let me down. i can say anything and everything. no pretences, no facades. just plain honesty. and the nothing i have to face. pretty to look at poison to eat. ugh. i never seem to make sense in this thing, do i? someone told me today that they saw great things in my future. i thought, yay for me. not. then they said there would be a big downfall from then. i thought, oh, of course it would end up like that. and so it will. sighs. i guess i can shut the world out now. |