10:20 p.m. - 2007-09-20
Pillar of salt
I'm begining to wonder if I'll make it through, or maybe I was born a failure. Never good enough, why must I change to meet other's needs? Why can't anybody change for me? Why Can't believe in what I have is meaningful?
Soo much, for nothing.
Coldlips, forgotten nerves, could I tell the difference between cold and warm? It's better to cope when numb, then you're just a pillar of salt, waiting for the wind to end your meaningless existance. God bless the wind, God bless the end.