the more hopeless you were, the further away they hid you.
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some days i don't think i ever want to come back to this journal. i never want to write in it again. i never want to read past entries again. i never want to be a part of this place again. all it does is make me who i used to be, and i'm past that.

i have nothing to say because i am happy and completely content with my life. i don't care how others perceive how i am feeling, because you're probably wrong.

but i guess i will keep coming back here because there are some people here who genuinely care about me, and not for selfish reasons. those are the ones that i love. okay. yes. that's what i wanted to say.

i'm DONE.

( jaded ) ( just to let you know ) ( 2004-03-31 ) ( elated )