i wish evrything would just go back to the time before all these. i spent a lot of time alone. but at least i was happy or happier. just thinking abt what could be happening to me instead of it actually happening and ending.
i`m so happy for anita dearest. if he's ever nasty to her, i`ll make him impotent. whatever ways i can.
i`m so glad to see them again. it`s been so long.
what's meant to be will be right. and what's not is just crap.
i cant rmb what i wanted to say. what's new? i'm having such a bad headache, i want to split open my head, dig out my brain & flush it down the toilet bowl. i`m sure it deserves bettter treatment, but i cant think of any this moment.
isnt talking abt it supposed to make me feel better? why am i feeling worse? cause it reminds me of the hurtful things i`ve done. alicia's mistaken. of course she wld side with me but i hope i made it clear.
i told alicia abt a friend who had been there for me all the time, always caring & making me feel good abt myself.
mich asked if i`ll ever be bisexual.
a million bucks or him.
all these simple questions that get your head spinning so hard. how ironic.
i had a dream. an old friend, S. held my hand and led me to him. he told me everything will be alright. then simon & shir took my hands too. i collapsed when i got to him. it was like my legs were jelly. he came over. and told me abt a gay dude who wrote him a love letter (??). i told him i didnt want to hear abt it and struggled to get up. to leave.
what defines a good picture?