01:00pm 21/05/2003
 
mood: despondent
sometimes I feel like I can't take it anymore...
it just goes on.
it doesn't stop.
it never stops for me.

I wonder if it stops for other people? sometimes it seems like it does...
what is that? confidence? assurance? fate?
why do some people cope, while others just faux cope like me

cause, sure, I can look great, I can look like I'm 1000% fine, but... am I?
am I ever?

or am I just fooling myself?		  
     

(1 stuffie inside | stuff my tiger!)
 
who said it was?   
12:51pm 21/05/2003
 
mood: Bitter
music: I miss you
I guess it isn't supposed to be
so why does it feel like it should be?
I know it's not... everybody does.
everybody does.

It's so not.
not.
but it should be.

It would be better if it was.
I miss him,
and he didn't even give me a reason.
oh, yeah, I guess he did.
an old one... an old one.
it's so not fair.		  
     

(stuff my tiger!)
 
 
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