i am hanging on every word you say @ 1:41 a.m. on 08.31.2003

I sometimes cry at moments like this when through some type of medium I am reminded of how lonely I really am.

If shame had a face I think it would kind of look like mine. If it had a home would it be my eyes? Would you believe me if I said I'm tired of this? Well here we go now, one more time.

the past & the future

past × note × book