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last night brought me back to this thing, in a way. and reading it again, was to say the least, odd. i was so naive, so full of this lack luster hope. and i thought that rants in here would make it all better. and what a diluted world i live in. the issues, problems, whatever the fuck you want to call them, all seem so petty nw. it is amazing was
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yeah, back then... i remember those entries and the emo and the laughter and your mother.... what category does she fall under, daahling?
'time is a bitch, it leaves us with that one scar that never fades... the past. and that, my good friend, is the only prison that you never escape from.' dont know where that came from and i dont know if i beleive it, either. time is a godsend- constantly attempting to free you from the prison of the past.
you never can tell, can you?
lacklusterhope. you are WELL on your way to escaping from emoness... ;D
and remember- you are like a hawk:
As the Mist Leaves No ScarAs the mist leaves no scar ( ... )
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