muck
2002-05-24 - 1:49 a.m.
dear diary,
you're the only one i talk to anymore. i can't think of the last time fizzban and i talked. and even then, it wasn't about me. i came so close to telling freakboy everything. about me, about her, about what will happen in the future. i want to tell him. i need to tell him.
although he already knows.
i just don't know anymore.
i think i improve leaps and bounds. amazing amount of ground covered. huge strides of self-emprovement and -empowerment.
one step forward, two steps back.
but i'm still trying to figure out if i'm doing this because this is just comfortable and habit or if i'm truely stuck back here.
"impossible to walk in this muck." -- fear and loathing in las vegas
