The day is long,

[flybybirdie]

Entries, seem bland.
i haven't wrote in this thing since the last time i could remember being happy.
that doesn't happen, far and few between.

>..and as he spoke he spoke ordinary words...<

I think myself, inside, is dying slowly.
maybe i even hope.
maybe.

sleep doesn't even concile me anymore,
should i give up?

i'm tired of being unperfect, and nowhere near the finishing touches...

Tonya