grudgingly
09/26/2003 03:44 a.m.
i don't want to go home, i can never go home but i'll instead sit here in this library until it closes its doors with me outside; and i'll sit outside the library until daylight forces me to stand and resume life; and i'll continue with that rote not-quite-unbearableness until the world squeezes my soul out of itself and i run, run, i go. i will. i'll do it, one day, when this lump in my throat right now won't go away. why am i not saying this to someone, to someone i know will get it, will get everything and hold onto it with me? i'm going. i'm going to change it now. i'm going outside to write about how i don't want to write anymore. about how i want everything to change and THEN i can write again. maybe. or maybe i'm just going outside to write.
I am currently Strong
I am listening to eagles (classic rock internet radio)