past present future
Thursday, Jun. 01, 2006 :: 7:00 p.m.
you're supposed to get better. that's what everyone tells me. the people i know and call friends before they get soaked into society and doped up on so many pills they forget who they are and who they once were.
it doesn't have to feel like this. maybe it's pathetic, but i can't help that maybe feeling real is the way i have to feel. maybe knowing i can be hurt, remembering for a few moments that i am human.
years have gone by and i can't say i'm any different now than i was then. and still, i can't help feeling that now isn't then, and that i've matured if not grown to appreciate who i am regardless of the situations i find myself (and too often put myself) in.
what does it matter? as long as i'm still droning on. as long as i'm still writing. as long as i'm still pretending i'm something worth remembering. as long as i'm still living.
last five entries
- - Friday, Jan. 10, 2020
older but not wiser - Friday, Aug. 15, 2008
you say i'm different, but i stay the same - Saturday, Jan. 26, 2008
i open my mouth to scream, but all i make is silence - Wednesday, Mar. 14, 2007
just in case you wondered... - Thursday, Aug. 10, 2006
