Inside
The essance to life?
What is it? Is it love, is it friends? Or is it life itself.
Devotion, Virtue, Indulgence, Solitude, Despair.
To all of you, all of you who ever sat on your computer and sent Im's back inforth with me whenI was upset, or depressed. Or just listened to me ramble away on the phone. The ones who read my journal, and know just how to comment to make me smile.
I thank you all.
In a moment, all I can think about is you... And the joy you bring me.Thank you. I must now cast off the aguish I've been harbouring for so long.... Will someone set my heart free? So I can learn to love myself again, and regain my self-respect.