Thoughts arrive like butterflies
2002-08-03 20:37:10 (UTC)


People are beautiful when they're dead. You can tell them
anything, and they can't say a word to anyone. You can tell
them how you feel, what you want. They can't judge you,
they're dead.
They can't argue, they can't moan. They just...stare.
They're peaceful and at rest.
I'd rather work with people when they're dead.

I cut my wrists not because didn't want to live, but
because I wanted peace. I never got that peace. I'm still
here. Working my way throught the gravel path. I guess
things aren't that bad when you can see the end of the road.
I can't....