Monday, April 10, 2006
darkness shrouded me. crimson is the darkest, murkiest and most sinister shade of red. I depress myself by thinking on and on. And on. And on.
it's non-stop. I look like I don't think. probably because I think too much.
i feel more and more empty. sinking and sinking. looks like im floating. But im just in a different dimension.
why do people die? that's what dad asked me. I didn't say anything. i've never really thought about it. I just ignored him. I only wondered what happened if my family or friends die. how would i feel. He says that people die becuz of some medical reasons. i can't remember. it wasn't the answer i was looking for.
why do people die?
posted @ 6:51 AM
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