September 2005
My diary is just that, my diary. It will probably be filled with shit, poems and letters that you probably don't really want read. But I can’t really help that. I think that my life is ok. It is boring at times, other times it rocks my world and it feels absolutely fantastic to be alive. This diary is a tribute to my life, my non-existent friends, some real ones and all the shit that goes on around me.

Like all lives it has its highs and its lows. At the moment I think that I am in the middle. It is starting to get better after a real low. I am actually getting along with people, I have friends for a change (real friends, people that I can trust and depend upon) and I don't hate life and myself anymore. So like I said life is getting better. Of course, there are things that I would love to change but who doesn't have those, right?

So, like I said this is just about my life, my days, my weeks, my months and my years.

Written on 15 September 2005 at 3:24 pm

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Quote of the moment:
Up where they walk. Up where they run. Up where they stay all day in the sun. Wanderin' free. Wish I could be. Part of that world