One before, one after




Xerox of a dead heart
Saturday, July 6, 2002
Each time you read an entry at this page, the picture of me waving to you has to reload each time. I like that.

Julie's dad has a point, experiencing bad things won't necessarily prepare you to avoid them the next time.

I like how Matthew knows when he has nothing to tell anyone.

I think I will turn on my fan now and dream of empires of the future.

The title of this is unrelated to the contents. I typically start with a title and go from there, and this time I could not divulge what prompted me to begin this entry before the heat of my bedroom overwhelmed me. At this moment, I am absorbing the heat and trying to cook my brain.

I think in the future I will not be as flimsy with words as I once was. That will be a good thing, because I suffer less dehabilitating depression all in vain. I will get up and cut the ribbon to the satellite dish bounce of my full smile.

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