2004-03-07 at 8:19 p.m.
Dreams, so many dreams. At night I see them. During the day I breathe them. They line my thoughts with a hopeful thrum, unavoidable & persistent. And I think, without them, I would die.
Can there be wrong reasons for loving someone? Or does love choose her victims blindly, without reason or need?
A lot of good talking to you did today, of course, nothing is different, you left without it being sorted, although, I spose the problem was confronted, just not formidable solution or anything at all was arisen to surround it.
I tried for jobs today, I don't kow how that will work out, but I have to serve or have anything to do with the fucking cunts such as the person we were nicely allowed to meet today with a tantrum, then I think I would rather not work.
I am beginning to see no point in anything I live for now, it's all fading away just like everything else, unable to stop or control such a thing. Too weak. When will it all be alright again? Do we really have to wait until college, or could things be better beforehand. When will you leave us alone, and stop being obsessive, allowing us to have what we want, what we had before?
Discovery.
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