index | archives | notes Thursday, Feb. 23, 2006 9:21 p.m. << [ Beneath the Wormwood ] >> If I'm not sad, no one loves me. I don't know what you want from me. I don't know what will fix this like it ought to be. I'm trying to come to terms with the fact that I do use people, I do manipulate them, and my father is right. I'm also trying to accept, though, that I learned it from him. I didn't eat today and the lights lost the sparkle. << | x | >> whatiscopyright.org