a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal:
cutmedown
why would i
this day never had a chance. i woke up dampened with sadness. why would i have a dream like that? why God? do i not suffer enough? this day never had a chance and i just want to cry myself back to sleep right now. but i have to get up, get out and go, go, go. go all day, but all i really want to do is cry.
this day never had a chance.
written on 2003-04-30 at 8:34 a.m.
she / lost