a confused, torn feeling
stuck in cement
of my own doing
perhaps that's how to describe how I feel
Regret, it also seems, is showing through...
Recent and past regret -- but all the same.
perhaps only you understand. you're my vent, afterall. the vent to all my frustrations, thoughts, curiosities, emotions... the bulliten board in my mind... Sometimes I hope you're the only one that understands, but then I get nervous, like now.
Sometimes I wish my blog never existed.
Blog, be different. Be something else.
Posted by Audiophile at July 13, 2005 10:06 PM