Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter
Monday, April 05, 2004
More of the similar, only when it's again those you think you're closest to are too busy to spend time. Always running off with friends, I don't know why the kid even bothered to come over in the first place, didn't come in till after I was asleep, then was already gone again when I got home from work. Again. Ok, that's what's been bugging me. That and the struggling and the writing and the nearly everything I can't grasp.