10:26 p.m. - May. 19, 2003
...if we die....we die alone...

once when i was six or so--i stayed up all night crying--when my mother realized i was still awake she asked what was wrong and i replied with the following line...

why was i ever even born?
all i can do now is die.

and really after twelve or so more years of living my life...i still feel the same way. really--i do.

before ~ after