7.11.2004

isn't it funny...

...when you're talking to a person, and they're completely killing you inside, but they have no idea? We work so hard to keep our faces calm, to keep our demeanor "normal", and in the end, you just wish you could have told the truth. Your mind races, you think of what to say, but what pops out is just a nonchalant "yeah" or small joke. Your heart feels squeezed to burst, wrung out and hung out to dry. Yeah. That's funny.

My gripe speech is about William Hung. I hate him. [>>]

My walls make me happy. They are so very me. I am fortunate to know what I am and accept it with enthusiasm. I have pity for those who can't. Life is life, so why can't we all just live? Detach yourself.