10-23-00
"i feel so cold," she says.
"i know," he says.
so mean people exist, so what? it doesn't require a
degree to be a master of fuckups. it's a natural innate
thing to some, and a learned evaluation of others but why
must we? it's a matter of taste and a matter of style and
for some unfortunate souls, a matter of reality. i don't know why
i feel what i do, but i do and i know it's inside. it's inside
too far to know what's up or down, but somewhere in the haze i see
the misty shadow of you, an unreacheable goal for a hell bent
girl's soul. somehow i will survive this all, i will make myself
go on and i will show the world my scars and welcome it's embrace.
i will feel the glow of a thousand smiles all turned to me, focusing all
the energy and warmth to the voids in my heart and all will be healed...
or not.