September 6, 2008
I can never write the entries that I want to. They never turn out how I imagined; I canít used the right words or find the correct tone. I feel comfortable and OK right now, but the entry I just attempted made me sound completely whiny. Yes, Iím at a complete loss at the moment, but itís OK; I just canít describe how everything is right at the same time as being so disconnected and so full on the inside, of the opposite to the loneliness tingling on the surface of my skin. I feel warm and need to cry.