Saturday, January 01, 2005 // 3:38 AM

happy up already, because. because this much is therapy, this much is going to. keep me from putting sharp things into my skin. because because i feel like the girl in girl interrupted, all of them, at one point in time. i am sane, i am sad, i am. just human, really, just human. what more of a tragedy do you require?

because thinking about the world makes me feel. sick, morbid, like not living, any more.

but credit means acknowledging that seventy percent of my day has been happily preoccupied, less than. precocious.