on 2004-11-03 @ 9:20 p.m.
There are people at my school that call themselves loners. People that love the idea and the romance behind loneliness. And then there are people like me who surround ourselves with people but are all alone. In a small empty house. Hoping for a phone call. Or wishing for the past.
Yes, there was once a time so different from, and a time so different from that time, that I get confused sometimes. Which time is the time I want?
The other times of course!