barely
updated.
there's
more
to
life
than
this.



Other diaries:

3*24*01

I'm sick of being sick

I look at it all now...and it just doesn't seem that important. I look at myself now, and I just don't seem all that important. I look at my physical illness now and think:

This isn't meant to be. Why'd you get yourself sick you pussy?

I should listen to my damn conscious more often. It's right a good lot of the time. Goodbye sweet love. Thanks for the memories.



regress /progress



Site Meter.