Apr 26, 2003 00:24
I'm not who I used to be.
I have nothing more to write.
I feel bad if I delete this journal because an amazing person did a selfless act and bought it for me.
I don't know what to do.
Fill my inbox with help.
I want to be on the beach right now.
In Israel.
With friends who are no longer here.
But they are in my mind.
Just the 6 of us.
I pressed update by mistake and I came up with this mess.
Don't read me.