Jan 21, 2005 01:23
i find myself witholding. im in a strange place right now, a new kind. maybe its because im not feeling welcome, or maybe its because i know i need to be independant and im taking it to the extreme. tomorrow i need to do something. i need to get out. even if its dangerous to go alone, fuck it. maybe its just that people arent who they used to be, and im still the same. and i never was any good at new friends anyway.
im finishing this book. i have to.