i can't sleep. bad dreams..

my life is such a cluster fuck. and there's no way to sort through all the bullshit. i'm starting to see that the people i've always considered friends are nothing more than occupants. meaning; they do nothing but fill up my time. maybe even waste it.

there's so much going on and no desire to find the words to explain it all. i wonder if i'll run out of passion. like if it's a hot water tap that eventually grows cold from too much use. a cold shower. those never make me feel clean.

i have a short life line. a homeless guy once told me. but he wouldn't tell me the results of my tarot card reading.

i want three wishes.

last five
take that turn a little sharper next time - Monday, Nov. 21, 2005
the truth - Sunday, Oct. 23, 2005
the floodgates are open - Tuesday, Oct. 18, 2005
what a mess - Saturday, Oct. 15, 2005
shitty beginnings - Saturday, Sept. 17, 2005