Jun 27, 2004 22:57
i read my friends page often. not that i'm any different, no one has anything happy to write about. i wish someone did.
i don't feel like talking much. i like sleeping. i like reading. i like not thinking.
time spent like this flies by frighteningly fast and i'd like to stop it, but i don't know that i would be in any better spirits if i did. when you think and think and realize that it doesn't seem like you're in control of anything, it can get to you.
i'm going to bed now.
this is where we say what's wrong...