Sep 22, 2004 00:27
if the dead lived on, they'd talk in dreams.
dreams are something that people place too much emphasis on.
perhaps people like myself, even.
no matter how much I will something, it doesn't happen.
I can believe true words will purify and cause others to be persuaded by them.
nothing happens. just delirium from exhaustion.
angie will get to go to the OS meeting. :/ Why.
brett is annoyed because I downloaded 'get low.' I really am unimpressed by the dirty version. Dirt doesn't sell me.
'to the windows to the wall, till the sweat drops down my balls, down all bitches crawl.' that does NOTHING.
a call wouldn't create contact. a firefly wouldn't create shit.
the stupid song 'why can't we be friends?' stuck in my head.
just because i can sing, doesn't mean i'm the kind of person that will take people places. people have mistaken me for that kind of person also.
brett has some kind of lumps in his stomach. it could be seriously serious. he thinks he is dying.
something is wrong me with but i can never get in touch with the doctor and i really don't feel like discussing how i feel. it's physical.
makes me contemplate scary things.
every time i tried to keep friends, bad things happened to me.
i'm scared.