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sep 06, 2001 11:14 a.m. buried i'm trying to get something out. it isn't coming out. why does the day seem less real? why do i seem all too real? and why is the end coming at all? it's coming and i know it. it's coming and i'm so completely unprepared. i'm trying to breath but i don't want to. i am not lying. i'm alone in the house but i don't think i am. i'm scaring myself. i'm getting out of here. |