this form has been open and blank for some time... it's 12:37 now. i have things to say, but as soon as i'm sure of something to say something else comes up that is bigger than that something, or makes that something seem not what i thought it was altogether.

i know i'm not making sense. i just want to get rid of the last entry as my index page but this one's not going much better.

and it's quickly approaching one am and i have an 8 o'clock class, so i shouldn't be doing this at all...

do you understand how i can pretend about things that are true?

i just sit there, helpless, hoping she'll take that away message down soon. i don't understand why a friend calls me the asshole when she started warning me first. and i wonder why some people don't reply to ims at all.

instant messenger is evil, because so much can be misinterpreted. you can't hear tone of voice; you never know who's kidding, who's saying something meaningless, who's really hurting. you don't know if someone's ignoring you because they're having computer problems or because they're actually ignoring you. diaryland is evil this way too.

i know that i'm paranoid and not just a little strange, but i sometimes feel like i'm the butt of a joke.

i don't know what i'm talking about. mm... pretending.

hey, kids, look at this, it's the fall of the world's own optimist. i could get back up if you insist, but you'll have to ask politely.
aimee mann