Monday, March 21, 2005


i normally feel frisky in a situation like this. i don't remember promising myself i'd never hurt another human being again, but then again, then again... i feel frisky.

i feel S P A C E D O U T.

i want my space. i don't want it being cluttered. i want to be all by my lonesome.

I am on my antisocial mode.

think you can help me?