Thursday, March 13, 2008
be honest with yourself.Reading new comics these days.
Quite nice, but I won't go into it.
Too tired to.
Read about teenage angst on the newspaper today.
Rather lame.
Made me remember about how some people used to show me their,
cut-up arms.
I have no idea why they were proud of it,
mental problem, maybe.
But on second thoughts,
you know,
I really feel they could be rather artistic,
with all the blood and stuff.
Don't really like the scars though.
Okay,
what am I talking about.
I'm feeling a bit happier in camp these days,
though there's still lots of work.
At least, I feel people start to accept me more,
I've changed quite a bit too,
and I hope I'm stronger than before.
but.
i'm not letting time steal you away.
I'd love to not forget.
12:26 AM; `dead.Y