Aug 26, 2006 20:38
Sometimes I'm strong and independent, mature and accepting, easily adapting to new situations and solving conflicts with patience and a wisdom beyond my years.
but other nights I'm just lost, lonely and sad, and so, so afraid. clingy like a child, terrified and haunted by superstitions, premonitions, and bad dreams. we looked like giants in the back of my gray subcompact, fumbling to make contact
go away,
sad,
sigh