Where are we going and why am i in a basket
8:40 p.m. 2003-09-29
Sometimes I want to die.
Sometimes I want you to hate me.
Sometimes I feel like crying.
I am ashamed to be who I am right now, but I'm scared to change.
I am content with my strength and I hate how even now its hard to touch you because I'm afraid you'll see through me and hate me like I hate me.
There are so many things I like about me, but the things I like the most go against human nature and human desires.
I need a little confirmation here.
I am torn
Sometimes I think we'll never get what we want, because we're both afraid, or maybe I'm afraid and you don't care. Sometimes I want to heal
Sometimes I think I already have
Sometimes I am broken
And Sometimes I like it that way