there are words in my head that can't seem to make their way to the page.
maybe some words are never meant to come to life...
and far too many people write that have no business writing.
what was that flannery o'conner said?
i'm sure i'm one of them.
on an unrelated note, i'm tired of being here, now.
without you.
i'm tired of waiting altogether.
time to hit reset and hope this mess on the inside straightens itself out tommorrow.
12:29 a.m. - 2003-05-19
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