10:28 p.m.
February 08, 2003
There's a point where you stop caring and start worrying.
Fear. Depression. Getting hit.
I got hit today.
I got overcome in the car today, and just couldn't take myself.
My mom took me out of the car and I sat on a swing, and she pushed me to make me feel like a little kid again.
It helped me sanify myself a little. So'd the latin thing, surprisingly.