a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








when the dust settles...


I guess when the dust settles we will always see what remains. And every day I feel like I am on trial. Always obersved under mine or someone else's microscope. Always striving to meet the great expectations. Meanwhile searching for a way, a place. Do I live for myself or do I devote myself to those around me? Am I crazy or sane? Hideous or beautiful? Selfish or generous? And statements heard are always contradictory. Just keep running through the days... Weeping through the nites...


written on 2003-03-01 at 10:10 p.m.

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