But I wish a lot of things
April 14, 2002, 11:14 p.m.

I am sitting here in the darkness of my room with hot tears in my head but the inabilities to let them even come near reaching my eyes. the dull ache in my shoulders, that is allowing myself to have the experience of felling like I have been run over with a very large vehicle that was travelling a very slow speed, while I lay there and let it. The coldness of my body. This is giving me the effect of being buried alive from the feet up.

Now of course this is not what is bothering me just how my mind feels at the most basic level. And reading it over again, I�d say that�s not a very good sign

Not that it matters

Not that I care.

I wish to disappear

However, I wish many things

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