Journal Entry 1
10/08/2001 01:10 p.m.
This is what I am writing because I have nothing better to write. No creative juices to spill out and form into a beautiful or angry verse.
I don't care
She hasn't slept in the same bed as me for about a week. I can't feel the love inside I used to have, everything feels like it is falling apart.
I don't care
Sometimes I feel like crying, but I can't find the tears. Other times I want to set my house on fire and melt away with all my possesions, but I can't find the lighter.
I don't care
All that I have become comfortable with has gone completely to hell. There are no soft words or friendly comforts. They all just keep their distance from me.
I don't care
Laughing while I can because tomorrow I might not be able. Sitting in the woods I practice a war game but lose myself in the trees.
I don't care
Sometimes pain is all that you have and when it is you have to enjoy it. All the different levels of agony are really very amazing.
I don't care
If I did I would write about love and passion. Or I would write about fire and hate. People say I'm depressed and I should try and talk about it, okay....
I don't care
I am currently Apthetic