11:27 p.m.
November 29, 2002
man... spring 2001. back when my hopes were high and i was really, really pure. i never sent a letter, i guess i'm glad i didn't. but i liked me a lot more. life in a nutshell just came on.
what happened?
actually, i'm wrongly assigning songs. i have a song for each one. i'm thinking keep fishin', but this was previous. meh. i'll listen to keep fishin' now.
if i'm being overly vague, well, that's good. sometimes i get uncomfortable and i don't like that.
the worst part about weekends is the promise of them ending.
finally, tomorrow. ugh.