| old days | new days | new hangout | a word from our sponsor |
| no title / 2002-05-12 - 12:14 a.m. |
| The clock is ticking and no one's home. Fuck it. Burn it all to hell where I can watch it rot until the end of time. It never matters what I want, think or feel. Its all about what everyone else wants from me and when its all said and done, here I sit in this fucking godforsaken apartment, listening to my clock ticking away like chinese water torture. I hate this. All of it. The isolation that is becoming the norm is tearing me apart. |