Sunday, October 24, 2004 // 4:40 PM

when you are gone, i can play my music as loud as i care to.

hello neurotic. sometimes you need to stop yourself in your tracks and think carefully about the things that you have already decided to feel. do you know what i am talking about? yours is a heart bleating like a sheep, begging to be broken.

if there is an inevitable bitching going on, it doesnt mean that i have to be part of it.