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06.30.04 - 10:22 p.m. I don't have anything to write. My days are still unfolding like a familiar dream. I'm still making the same mistakes...avoiding the same places within and without. I'm waiting for the proverbial 'other' foot to drop. What does it take for us to really start talking to one another...and if that happened would I just be really annoyed by it. Have I become so cynical that all else is unapproachable? But, seriously, people really annoy me...so many people pretending to be kind, pretending not be rascist, pretending to be 'opened minded,' pretending to give a shit. And I'm one of them, and I'm tired of that, too. I know better. I really shouldn't be writing anything right now. I should just go to bed...like I always do when I'm done with the day, and pretend that tomorrow truly is another day. I guess it's my fault that it's not. ahhh hell.
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