September 01, 2002 - 8:59 PM
I need to forget.
I want to forget.
I don't want to think about anything any more.
A good long fuck would probably help but I know I'm not going to get it from SK - he's too busy shitting his intestines out. He's been so sick for a couple of days. I thought he'd passed it onto me, but it seems to have gone away.
*sigh*
Heh...
Les just said something about how if we all understood one another then the world would be really boring.
My answer?
"I'm sure. Wanna fuck?"
Sorry Les... I couldn't resist in my current mood (if he gets around to reading this which I'm sure he will).
Gawd... has anyone read Thomas' diary lately? Can we say self-absorbed in the extreme?
Ugh.
K's diary was funny-as (in a really serious in-your-face kinda way). She echoed my thoughts on many, many subjects.
It's fathers day today in Australia.
No, I haven't called him. Almost did. I have his number on my mobile phone. I stopped at his name on the menu.
And then I turned the phone off.
Am I burning my bridges?
I don't know anymore.
I want to... but I don't want the hurt that comes with it.
I don't need the tears anymore.
I'm almost 24 years old.
I'm tired of crying.
