Tap Dancer, I am.

I have problems. I believe that my inner me is protecting itself from the world and from letting everybody know my secrets. I believe that if I keep a diary that whatever I put in there will be let out for just a dumbarse fool who I couldn’t care less about to read. Only that fool could tell someone I do care about.

I don't think I would ever write something bad about a person I care for. Not or unless I strongly believe in it. Then I would confront the person instead of having them figure it out by some pathetic typings their "friend" had wrote in a diary but hey that is just me.

Written on 25 November 2005 at 10:53 pm

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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