on 2004-07-25 @ 6:57 p.m.
The weather feels completely surreal. Like something out of a movie. Or a story. This is the kind of weather I'd like to fall in love. A chilly summer day. Transition into autumn... the most glorious season of the year.
The sky is gray with ribbons of blue streaking across. It's really quite romantic. Windy. But not blowing so hard that it hurts. I wish I could share all this with someone. I wish I wasn't so idealistic. I wish I was bitter. Oh, but I am bitter. As bitter as they come.
I want to cry.
I always want to cry.