Tuesday, August 17, 2004
I find peace when I'm confused.
If everything were alright, what would we worry about?
I don't like school all that much.
Man, do I feel sorry for her.
What did I do/she do/he do that was so wrong?
Mature, or immature? That is the question.
I find hope when I'm let down.
Not in me, in you.
