on 2004-06-15 @ 6:12 p.m.
I realized that I don't just hate bittersweet endings... I hate it when good things end period
It's horrible.
I can't help it.
The middle is always the best time...
I have the mind of an artist, but the hands of a mathematician. Isn't that problematic? I think I finally understand Salieri.
This month has been bittersweet.
I wish I had a group of friends. A good group of friends. People that love and trust each other.
I really am frivolous today.
It can't be helped.
It comes and goes with the wind.
I wonder what that feeling is...
Like my insides are shedding. It feels nice. I hate that music. It reminds me of Dallas. Dallas brings bad memories.
I've been comparing you to a lot of people lately. This man who blew-dryed my hair was very flirtatious. He laughed at me in that amused way. You're familiar with it. You used to laugh at me that way. It's pleasant.
Even now I can't get over the way things ended.
Love should never end.
What am I talking about?