fleeting


Perhaps I’m being foolish for having started over. Maybe I should have continued with my old diary and finished what I started. It just became too frustrating trying to speak my mind knowing that I wasn’t free to really do so anymore.

If you found me congratulations and welcome. I won’t kick you out. But please have some respect for the fact that this is MY diary and I am free to write what I feel at the moment I’m writing it. I am free to change my mind. I am not a monster. I am human. I have faults. I am not by any means perfect.

written on 2004-02-04 at 8:25 a.m.

tired / of lying