September 25, 2002 I was watching my Mom with her boyfriend, and wishing I could be a million miles away. I am sorry, but I can never respect, or like this guy, knowing what he has done. I've given him a chance, but I still get the feeling in the pit of my stomach, and, I don't know, I just can't do this. The weather is becoming colder, and, I think, so is my heart. It's been kicked to the ground a few too many times in the past year, and those walls that had finally come down are rebuilding themselves. I think I have just watched too many of my childish illusions become old and faded, and I can finally see through them. She isn't who I thought she was. I don't think I can keep on giving, or else I will have nothing else left of me. Nothing else left to give. Maybe it's just the rain that's begining to get me down. "But I fear, I have nothing to give Sarah Maclahclan "Fear" <-//->
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