2004-07-14 - 11:44 p.m.
its strange how somethings work in this world. you can be awake for days trying to decide whether you look right, sound right, smell right. but in the end you always fall short of a few things. the only thing you know by the end of those few days is that you need sleep. i've done that, tried to figure out exactly what it is about me people hate. in the end i went to bed and felt instantly better about being me. i know that i have faults, we all do. no matter how perfect you may think you are there is always somthing, big or small, that could class as a fault. but thats what being human is all about. being imperfect.
in truth i wouldnt be me if i wasnt imperfect. i would be a flower, beautiful in its prime then dying away slowly showing the darker side of nature herself. at least being me i know that what people see is basically what they get. nothing else. just me!
