June 22, 2002


i'm bouncing off the walls againnn..

suddenly that "gay dream" makes far more sense. him. it all revolved.. around.. him. unexpected, yet deliberate, the answer was posed before the question was acknowledged. it was a warning. a message. i can make it alone. i want to. i won't be degraded, i won't care about never being good enough, for being so "f*cked up" that no one can save me. because people like him exist. and that's comforting. yes. i was being senseless.. incredibly desperate. but i'm over that. i'm over looking at her, looking to the past, believing i'm unworthy. who the hell cares if i am. i may be worthless, but i'm above beating myself up about it. damn. i was so... wrong.. so incredibly wrong about the parallels...... and no. g1, g2, wrong him.

funny how as nothing changes my entire life perspective shifts. i'm so damn lucky to have all that i have.. to know all of the people i've met.... whoever the hell notices i'm "weird".. thanks for being observant. you're super cool. but there's always another side to the story... and i don't f*cking care anymore... not enough to justify myself, at least... so let your imagination run wild.. trample over my deflated ego... whatever makes you feel best. the world needs people like me... poor examples.. those to exalt the heros and beauties in comparison... step on me if that brings satisfaction.. believe the lie that you are somehow special and past judgement if it fuels your illusional security. if only i didn't act like such a dumbass most of the time, everything really would be all good. i wish i could make one hundredth of a decent impression as some people have made on me...

oh yeah, relay for life last night. overall, it was.. interesting. never thought so many people could be crammed into a tent, or i could share a pillow with three others. abs of steel baby... woohoo. geezus, i really need to get out of this sentimental mode and stop being affected by stupid exaggerations. right. life goes on. yeah, i'm out of it.. sorry for all of the swears... if i'm ever lying back on that leather couch with a doctor taking notes, of course i'd focus on my family. but i still cherish these traumatizing, unhealthy memories... they build character. hehe.. sorry.. this whole thing was so corny. i'll blame it on lack of sleep.

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