05:41pm 23/10/2003
mood: confused
music: none
This game is getting old, and the longer we play it, the more tension builds between us. If you're going under, drag me down with you. If you're gonna stay and float, keep me up. That's all I ask. I need to know what you want from me. I know what you need from me. Me... I know you need that, but what do you want? "You to be happy..." That isn't good enough! What do you want me to do with my life? Where do you want me to go? Please, just tell me! You mean so much to me. Your opinion counts, and I know you often feel like staying out of things so you don't make some one make the wrong decision, but... Please... Just tell me.
Uh... Yup, here I am.   
09:16am 18/10/2003
  This is basically an extension of an already existent journal. This one is for my poetic thoughts... so... anyway. I'm gonna keep this pretty boring looking, you know, design wise, because I don't think very many people are gonna look here. Anyway, bye for now.