wearing out. Put into the same empty mold
<< 12:00 p.m. - Sunday, Sept. 22, 2002 >>
Nothing will happen between us. I'm just not to a point where anyone is romantically interested in me. Oh well, I'll continue to think about how lame life is sometimes.

No one responds. I feel so alone. I'm screaming into a wild wind, my voice just fades out in the noise. And the hail just keeps beating into my face. Everything is falling back to the way it was. I'm trying so hard to change. But the walls are getting smaller around me. I'm fitting into the mold others have set for me. I want/need some affection.

I might as well be asexual.

-me

someone talk to me