Dec 28, 2006 04:23
I wonder what I'll do with all this, again.
Things are interesting. The old things are still there, damaging. Many times I feel like we're all just killing time, holding place, until we cease to exist. I suppose I can't be mad about that... a year ago, I would have killed to be where I am now. Still, there are many reminders that I'm not really built for any sense of true, permanent happiness. Then again, I'm still God. And more.
There is no answer. But then again, I haven't asked any questions.
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