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Under the starless L.A. sky
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Ezoic
2003-01-28 18:09:55 (UTC)

01.28.2003

Where does the time go? Where do the hours that I wanted to
fill with fun and friends go? Why am I left with so many
days to fill with fear and reflections from the shark eyes
that sometimes look back at me as I try to avoid my eyes as
I brush my teeth? I feel outside of this thing, and not
just the computer I'm typing on. Outside of life. Is it
becous of the inability to totaly forgive myself for what
I've done? I dont know anything anymore.


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