ha ha ha, there is so much I can think of that I would like to be able to say, but when I start to write it out it comes out all wrong. I think perhaps it is that 4th step. depression. I guess I don't really care if I post anything, because I believe it won't matter anyway. There are few that can stand beside me, grasp my hand, and hold me from the casm of despair. But I rely on those few. Thier laughter is what keeps me going. Thier love is what lights my way. Without them I am certain I would have turned to a small amorphous blob of uncaring gelationous tears. I admire the way they put up with my shit. I couldn't ask for better.
Thursday, September 19, 2002