2003-11-20 - 6:42 p.m.
Memories, thoughts, words. Some fucked up shit goes on in this head of mine! Its strange just how fucked up it can be when you sit and remember. For years i have tried to justify everything that has happened to me. From my Dad leaving to the constant feeling of hatered! I'm sitting in a room full of tapping, full of noises that hurt my head. Everyday i'm here, tapping like the rest, and everyday i get nowhere, just like the rest.
My diary is my thoughts on the screen. My feelings being typed, and me sorting out the confusion that is my head!
