othelladub's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- She brings me mexican food from Sombrero's i've been reading some old entries. funny how some shit changes - and yet, i've been prescient, and some grammar and (egad!) spelling mistakes really stand out. i've met some beautiful people in the past three years. hell, in the past six years. how do i let go of all that weight? why do i carry it with me? i just want a good taste in my mouth when i think about things, temporal though they may be. nothing lasts. no one lives "happily ever after." we die, fade away, and what we were - who we were - who will care? i miss being alive, though i still live. 11:51 p.m. - 2004-01-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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