10:56 p.m.
March 27, 2003
i'm tired of thinking so much.
every time i go somewhere i'm not supposed to, do something i'm not supposed to, think about it too much.
not always in the same way.
maybe it will happen.
i want it to.
and not like it has.
i feel like i did a while back, only different, because it's a general and not a specific sense.
oh, you.