February 2, 2002 // 10:38 p.m. It often makes no sense, in fact, I never understand these things I feel i feel like anything i could write here is just pretending. if i say i had a fun day, which i did, it's gonna be pretending. if i say i'm feeling pretty blah right now, which i am, it's gonna be pretending. i have to wonder how much of anything i say has any truth to it at all. what is it i'm looking for that i don't have? that i think i need right now? i need to believe something extraordinary is possible... |