2001-08-08
1:31 a.m.

It's amazing to read a diary of someone who seems to be speaking from your mind. A diary of someone who's words seem to be those you were just about to say. It's good to know that I am not alone in my thoughts, my wishes, my dreams.

I was thinking about the future tonight, and what it means to me. The future.. Is it tomorrow, next week, next year? When is "the future?" Heh, millions of dollars would be nice, but that's not what I really want. I want to smile, and dance, and just be happy. That's all I ask of my future is happiness, happiness with whatever I am handed. Money comes and goes, beauty fades, big houses and fancy cars loose their appeal, so, my future wishes lead up to only be 'happiness.'

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