you think you have friends?
wait till you need them.
your phone dies, you'll never see them.
this is one of those days.
words clog around my mind and make me dizzy.
i was hurt and alone
now i am alone and angry.
these streets i walked until three in the morning.
saw a friend(?) but felt ignored.
gave change to the homeless just for conversation.
wrote in my notebook on a bench at the bus station.
i'm looking for doors. its hard with the lights off.
my mom lays a guilt trip.
i am not open enough.
my ex-girlfriend accosts me.
i am a self-rightous liar.
i do not deny it.
they dont need to tell me.
dont you miss when this diary was funny?
i feel trapped inside this tiny box of me. it provides the feeling of both comfort and fear.
is anyone there?
11:40 a.m. - 2005-07-02
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