ericboy's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- \"Well it ain't my fault / 'cause I'm losing control / Hey / I've heard it all before / before this war / it's hard to believe this truth you speak\" - Switched I feel.... I'd saved all my happiness and eloquent speeches and resonant words and well-timed touches for a rainy day. Here it is; where the fuck are they? I am confused, lost, listless and useless. I feel purposeless. I keep thinking that there is something that I should be doing. Some wrong that I should be making right. Some nuclear meltdown is occuring and I need to hit the button that stops it. Where is it? And where is the button? And why can't I remember? I am very much not ready to be twenty-six years old. I am very immature and entertain no delusions of "growing up" anytime soon. I am a child. Far from innocent, but still with much to learn. 9:01 p.m. - 2004-08-09 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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