2:05 a.m. - 2008-01-09
Out of my hands
There comes a point in my life where you can either choose to live for others or yourself. There is no right or wrong decision. I seriously believe that the boundary between white and black is fading away. There's no more option than to follow another's will, that way, somebody is happy.

I've given up all hope. Take this wretch away from me, as far as you can see: run!