April 26,2002 - 7:07 p.m.
Hey.
I know why I write in here. I like to come into this room, where some of you have been...my computer room! I like to listen to myself think. It is awesome to drive myself crazy reading into everything everyone says. I watched that movie last night, Drive Me Crazy. I loved it, I love love stories. They are so, beautiful. They always work out in the end, and everyone is so happy. I love it! I always cry for the people in them, I dont know why.
Once again I am sitting here listening to the same songs thinking about all my friends and everything. I like to listen to love songs, and sad songs. Then make myself cry and just listen to myself breathing in the awkward silence. Another thing I love.
I like to run, just because. Be on my own, controling what I do. Just because. This entry is about me and no one else. I dont care, this is all so, ugh.
I like to laugh and act like the foolish person I am. Most of all I enjoy to make people laugh and smile, I think it is my purpose in life. Yet I still make people cry without knowing, I am sorry.
I like to drink diet coke and sit alone and wonder about things that are meaningless. I love diet coke. I hate regular, it is just so...not me.
I love to go out to Castillero and play soccer. With out any directions or set drills. I dont know why...
I love how people make me cry unknowingly and then expect everything to be the same. I love how blood tastes, and how tears hurt in open wounds.
I dont know why I like people because people arent normal. They are always doing things that make no sense. But I love them anyways.
I love how people expect me to know everything. Coming to me with questions I have no answer for. Then pleading for some realistic advice that I can't give. Just remember who I am, then take a step back.
I like how rain smells. It...is...so...
Then there is night when it is dark. I like to sit outside on my driveway while my parents sleep. To write and think and wish for things that are silly.
I like how somedays I feel so alone that I could just jump off the roof.
I like people to like me. I want to feel liked. And I always do...
I love to feel loved. And I sometimes do...
I want to feel wanted. And I do...
I like the taste of blood, and the sting of a new cut.
Lindsey
