Jan 25, 2007 11:46
I used to feel different, but now I'm thinking about what else there is. What eles is out there.
It's like there has to be something better than this.... this... this paranoia thats continualy eating me alive
I thought I could forget, but I havent... and I'm waiting to be disappointed again.
But I dont know that I WILL be disappointed again.
In a week or so this entry will mean absolutely nothing to me.
I think it's all just a bunch of PMS getting the better of me.
It makes me depressed/moody/irritable.
And thats what I am.
Don't pay attention to this.
It's nothing worth talking about.
I'm nothing worth talking about.