2000
March 25, 2000
August 6, 2000
Undated
2001
2003
February 10, 2003
February 10, 2003 (Part 2)
February 11, 2003
February 13, 2003
February 14, 2003
February 19, 2003
February 20, 2003
February 23, 2003
February 25, 2003
March 7, 2003
March 9, 2003
March 10, 2003
Undated, 2001
Coherent thoughts seem to escape me for most of the time. The feeling is that my upbringing deprived me of real life. The residents of suburbia are tied down to their passing fates while people like me are fated to observe with sunken sockets and tired cliches. We have manners yet we are immature and inexperienced.
I feel like I am mandated to rebel against this existence. Yet my detachment from my own outward life weighs me down. Here I am in limbo, unable to get over myself or the little obstacles that only hinder growth. Can I and the rest of the world stop feeling sorry for ourselves for one minute and rise above our egos?
Maybe we are afraid that if we address the big picture, we will truly reach something. Satisfaction is a forbidden fruit in these parts.