OCTOBER 16, 1999

This morning I woke up to see my life slipping away. I hate that October feeling but hey seasons change. Its seems like just yesterday, but it was two long hard years ago. The last time I truly lived and now its another October.

The air is getting bitter and the cold feels my lungs. Between my memories and the wind my head is going numb. The leaves are dying and my body yearns the same, I'm tired of this cycle I'm only 18. I guess I'm still a young punk, still striving for my dreams. Some moments I feel frustrated and I question my beliefs. If there's one thing about October It makes me really think. I feel so anxious I just got to break free.