ndslotesse's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Not A Lot Dear Diary, Not too early. Not to late. But this is there isn't any time because it's all in the hands of fate. The world hasn't changed, I've felt it rotate a million times in a single minute and it still feels the same. Although it has left me with some sort of quesy nausea and I have the sudden urge to throw up. My head hurts for some odd reason and my temples are throbbing so hard I'm suprised no one has mistaken it for another heart residing in my head. I close my eyes and I'm still here. Why haven't I flown away? You'd think that if you wished hard enough it would take you somewhere. Doesn't it suck when you're wrong? My cracking lips need some helping, where's my Carmex (sp?). Sigh. Whew, am I so lazy I can't get up from thsi seat and not get up and look for it? I want to sleep and never wake up. To dream and dream and never have to worry about who likes me and doesn't like me. The fact that I can't please anyone still bothers me. The funny things is that I blieved I didn't care anymore and much to my dismay, I still do. I'm not sure how much. If more or if less. But still, I can the uneasy feeling of not being good enough. Sleep could take me away from all these worries, I think. Wait, I do know. I believe it could. If I believe hard enough would it work? No, probably not. Because I've wishes should come true when you wish hard enough but still...you don't get your wishes. I'm going to go sleep now. Good night. With care, 8:39 p.m. - 2002-12-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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