October 30, 2003
Sometimes music keeps me company, and I look out the window to the lights from the city. I'm not sure where I'm heading but I can just know where I am... arguably. I am alone with thoughts and feelings but they're drowning me. I guess this is what people are running from so often. This feeling that is so empty. They drink to fill them up. I've not drank for that reason, but I think that if I had some 151 right now... I would. Call me pathetic, it's okay. I probably am, but it'd be easier. But I'm sober.