new | old | mail | book | notes | profile | host | design

i woke up to a familiar voice at his door this morning.
09.09.2003 | 4:38 p.m.

part by part, i am disintergrating. i can feel myself becoming a redundant mass of robotic motion and disenchanted melodrama. i wish that the things in my life that are supposed to be fulfilling my needs and my dreams were truly working their magic, but i am sorry to say that they aren't.

i did get to escape last night for quite some time, but in the end, it left me and now i am here and back again. okay.

previous | next