-- Posted by Fallen on 8:19 pm on Feb. 19, 2002 2-17-01 The music isn’t helping me any. This goddamned music isn’t helping me, at all. I should turn it off- I really should. I should lie down and take a small nap. I need one, a nap- that is. I wish I could stop the feeling. I wish I could stop the emotions. I wish I could make it stop. It keeps washing through me, and it’s washing me inside-out. Soon, I'll be drifting out with the tide, tired and worn and useless. That could, easily, describe how I've felt for the last six months- tired and worn and useless. See also: apathetic, beaten, listless. I should turn off the music. I hate this so much. What is this? Could you please tell me? I do need to know- really, I do. Goddamn, how I hate this. I feel so horrible, all the time, now. See also: terrible, miserable, goddamned filthy. I need to turn off this goddamn music. I can feel the glass of the mirror in the bathroom cold beneath my hands. I can feel the belts in the closet, warm between my fingers. I can feel the wind taking me upwards onto the roof. See also: pills, razors, guns. Refer back to: unoriginality. This music is annoying the living hell out of me. With the sound of thunder, the burning of carved skin, or the tightening of a noose- the music will finally stop. Maybe then, I'll have the rest I need. -- Posted by JuggleFoe on 9:51 pm on Feb. 21, 2002 what's with the wacky symbols instead of apostrophes (sp?)? -- Posted by Glacialis on 9:05 am on Feb. 23, 2002 Kris, you know how I feel about wishing not to feel, so I'm not starting with that anymore. It feels bad to hear you like that. I wish none of that is because of me. -- Posted by Fallen on 7:47 pm on Mar. 30, 2002 It's not because of you, Peppy. I would never want to end my life over another. You for one should know that. This is me we're talking about. -- Posted by Glacialis on 7:57 am on April 3, 2002 Yea, but still.