May 17, 2000My world has now come crashing down before me. The very exsistence of who i am no longer carries any meaning. I am nothing. Who am i trying to fool with this shit? Why do i even bother? Do i dare look in the mirror. Would it do me any good to look myself in the eyes and try to come to terms with who i am? This isnt helping me feel any more sane. Maybe Im just a fool for writing down all of my most intimate thoughts. maybe i really am just crying out for attention and pity. I am disgusting. Maybe i do need your help. but if you offered would i actually accept. This is my only truth. It is here, and here alone that i can unleash what i am inside.
