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Sunday, June 08, 2003

 
sometimes falling because i have forgotten my wings

 
i've got sunshine on a cloudy day

hurting loved ones,.......................always...............leave........ alone.......................never to see anyone again..................must change........who am i ...........as many personalities as voices..............................dark........shadow........rotting.......................

i had a lovely afternoon in the end with loved ones and drink and friendly banter............

tomorrow....................



Thursday, June 05, 2003

 
I keep going to blog and then losing all motivation...i am really starting to dislike this blogging thing but feel i should go on with it.....help...can't...escape...blog....
What can i really write here? i have to keep deleting things when i remember that someone might read them, what if they read something into what i write and decide i am a psychopath, someone to avoid? (well they would be right, i wouldn't blame them) but perhaps i am being paranoid, seeing problems that are not there.

Esther told me yesterday that i take offence too easily, especially with her. well frankly esther i am offended by such an accusation!!!!! (hee hee). Perhaps it is that old fault of mine of reading analysing situations too much and seeing something that is not there. Although esther when you got narked with me yesterday for taking offence, i was only joking...i didnt really think you wanted me to commit suicide. But i understand what you mean...i think.

Last night i could not sleep (although it was gone 1 am by the time i went to bed...Rachel make decisions quicker for goodness sake!!!) and i kept thinking about some of the close friendships i have had so far in my life...and i thought of how badly i have treated my friends. There i go again i have had to delete a load of stuff, ah well....people keep going through my thoughts and i am puzzled and rambling and so very tired right now i think i should go to bed.





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