2002-02-13 - 5:52 PM
Very Rarely Do I Care To Finish Things Like Thi
"In place of the pain, I'm leaving my simple mind. I need to find, a not-so-perfect meaning, to this chase - simple race against time. Now, I'm feeling quite strange, strains in my eyes - constraints - bindings finding ways to keep me down. Need to break away, to fight...tonight." - first verse to a song I wrote a long time ago, that I'll never finish
I'll never finish anything, actually. I suppose I'm just that type of person. Right now, my night's turning sour, and I'm turning sour right on with it. No game of "Mafia", no freestyling, no hope for my night to be fun before returning to that hellfire I call school. You know, people suck sometimes - I think the world teams up together and they all decide to shit on you at the same time. I swear, that MUST be it. Right? Bah, whatever. I'm gonna end this now. Take care, journal - you're the only one I could tell anything and everything to, and not be judged (ironically, I rarely say my every thought, since I'm restricted, for the people I usually have things to say about, are the ones who care enough to read this). Later, equator.
