|Welcome to my second attempt.
||[Sep. 5th, 2004|01:42 pm]
|[||Me Right Now:
|||||Nightwish - Nemo||]|
This is Take 2. I didn't like my other journal much. She was stinky.
Starting is always the hardest part. Who knows how long i'll keep this up, but i've been told i should keep a journal. I already have a handwritten journal, and a word document i update occasionally when i remember the password. But this could be fun.
It's funny but on good days i don't think of her so much. In fact never. I never just say hi when the sun is on my tongue and my belly's all warm. On bad days i talk to death constantly, not about suicide because honestly that's not dramatic enough. Most of us love the stage, and suicide is definitely your last performance, and, being addicted to the stage, suicide was never an option - plus people get to look you over and stare at your fatty bits and you can't cross your legs to give that flattering thigh angle and that's depressing. Tori Amos