2003-09-05
inadequate
inadequate and lonely like falling from a broken bridge in a car traveling at ninety five miles per hour
its a mystery how i can change from one mood to the next, sailing as high as a kite and tumbling like a baby bird whose never flown
i thought about filling the pretty notepads in paperchase with my angry words today, except i realised i only have enough anger for myself, and i only had six pounds - enough for one
its purple, dark angry purple
thissidedown at 5:24 p.m.