confusion247's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- rejoice I don't know how I do the things I do, nor why. All I know is that I want to die, and no one can blaim me. I have no one who can say "don't worry about it" or "things will get better" or "it's not your fault" because it is, and things won't get better. All I want is for she and I to work out and be good. That most likely won't happen...I guess all I can say is: If I'm dead tomorrow, rejoice. 2:08 p.m. - 2003-06-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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