“i wish i could write better, but somehow along my past i have lost all the eloquence i thought i possesed. i can’t write a single poem even if my life depended on it… i can’t even remember any that i ever wrote…

life is funny, i am funny, and beyond that i know nothing else..

whenever i allow myself to wallow in emotions i just end up hurting myself or others..

and i don’t want to hurt you anymore… ” – Sunday, March 02, 2003 8:40 PM