ericboy's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- When I said I would be of use to you, I never said how. Was there a place reserved for us? A place for small slices of pizza, cigarettes, and grassy fields? A place for low, long sighs, soft touches, and words often used in a voice not often employed? I thought there was. I've decided to be happy. I've grown tired of my depression. I'm making a choice, to lay down my lance of despair and self-loathing and concentrate on the finer things of life. Life, in general, and my own. Oftentimes, if I'm not watching too closely, I do something right. So maybe I should just narrow my perception and... live. I'll still have my lesser moments, I still catalogue them here in an attempt to exorcise them; cast them out and starve them here. We'll see how that goes... 3:11 p.m. - 2004-07-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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