August 15, 2003
I am the great pretender. No one knows what kind of turmoil I am in. Dull throbbing pain takes away the necessary restful rejuvenation I need and forces me to replace it with drug induced comas. That kind of thing destroys personal confidence after a while. I am never completely sure that I am acting the way I should. I only know that I am acting and that people around me a for the most part none the wiser. How do I figure out what direction I need to be going when I don't even know what my destination is?