The fact that no one understands me doesn't make me an artist. Too bad.
Every night for the past few weeks, i've wanted to call her, i tried to convince myself that calling her would make alot of my emotional problems disapear. I don't know what my problem is, but i bet you that it's really hard to prounounce. Whatever the condition my condition is in will probably not be effected by conversing with this person, so why do i convince myself that it's importnant that I talk to her? I have so much to say to her, but there's nothing i could tell her. Even if i could i't would be pointless cause of the past. Mistakes were made, others will be blamed, the past is forgiven, but i highly doubht forgotten. Back then i was visiting the fuck-up fairly pretty much every day. Man was I a screwup. I'd like to think i've changed, and i'd like her to know that.
I guess in the end, it all comes down to one thing. One rule to live by. I'm really easy to get along with once you people learn to worship me. If this was done accordingly, the world *known to me* would be a much easier place to live. Me and the person in question could say whatever was on our minds, beacuse she worshiped me. No one would bother us, because everyone else would worship me. Why can't you people just do me that one little favour, and make my life easier. Anyways, i'm babling now so it's my que to leave. Cheers
4:25 p.m. - 2002-03-25
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