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/ 3/24/2006 09:21:00 PM
Friday, March 24, 2006
Cynical. Life's tough. Sadness overtakes. Undesirable Paranoma. The sky and the earth are dead. A ceiling with holes punched in. A messiah threatened. Poignancy fills the air. No one comforts. There's no one. No one at all. Well. life's sick and sian. I hate me. It's so tough. I feel sad for no reason. I can't explain it. Why did someone give me, me? why do i have brown eyes and hair, an ugly face, useless body, and unique mind? I don't understand. why can't people be made the way they want to. I want to die. I'm probrably at the end of my brain. Bell <3 |
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