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2004-05-08 - 12:35 a.m. I don't think that the reality has completely hit me? Things like a song, or a picture, feel like just the little push that I need to send me into the weeps. I feel at odds. I don't feel like I talk like I used to. I've felt very stupid all week. Very inadequate, very piecey and sour. I haven't felt glad to be here for good, yet. I saw mean girls tonight. My favorite was Amy Poehler, but I did not like it when they had the dog chew on her nipple. fireworks outside the window
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