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and it's hard to hold a candle |
2001-09-24 - 9:18 p.m. first entry. prestently listening to: intentions to: soberity level: hi. i haven't even read ANY other diaries yet...i haven't even looked around the site. I was excited by the idea of an on-line diary, because...everything we write in diaries and/or journals are things we wish to share, but are too afraid too. Righfully so. Society doesn't allow freedom of thought and speech to go hand in hand emotionally. i guess, i have lotts of things to say, and, i don't know who to say them to. So, if i know anyone could read this, i don't have to worry about saying anything, because, i could have a silent aduience. But at the same time, your reading this by choice, not because i asked you too, or i need someone to listen. No guilt, no emotional retention, just...a voice. i feel like i should thank you for reading that, but, i guess i don't have to. And you don't have to come back to read more. Kinda kneet. (but thats a whole nother story, for another night.) |
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in the cold November rain |