you cant escape what makes you tragic
i dreamed that we all would be all right...
cher called me a little while ago, she was upset and
nearly crying (or maybe just actually crying, it was hard
to tell). i talked to her for an hr or so and we worked
everything out. it was nice to talk to her because it
helped me organize my thoughts as well, but the depressing
thing is that she was sad over the same stuff i am. does
shit really never change? i mean, cher is in college and
she is feeling the same things i do for the same reasons.
seriosly...why do i even fuckin try?