miC.heal's meM.oirs . . .

moN.day, sePt.ember 19th, 1988

UP... down.

I make myself laugh, the cycles I go through.

UP... down.

It always goes somewhere though.

If I really think about it, nothing is lost and all has gained.

So in my life I am going to school, working, and living life with Kelly. We have a nice apartment at 500 Buchanan on the third floor. I am working at Denny's Japantown. I just stopped working at Nautilus, a "fine"dinning restaurant on Pier 39.

I go to school three nights a week. Monday night is swimming. Wed is Greek, and Thursday is Psychology.

I want to be happy with myself. I want inner strength. I need myself.

I really did not do anything today. I washed the dishes, started a book, highlighted my hair, masturbated, slept and cleaned my closet. Not really eventful...

I thought about suicide today. I really do not have a choice to kill myself. I am fearful of myself. I tell myself I cannot do things and I believe.

I must be going now, swimming awaits in forty-five minutes.

KALLESPERA!


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