dreams of the sea, caught way inland . . .
A journal of my dreams.
3/07/2004
Adam wants me to change, and Joel doesn't want me at all. I wish I was good enough for humanity the way I am. I'm not even good enough to die in my sleep. My leg is bleeding, and there is blood under my nails. I ought to suffocate, suffer... bleed to death. Hold your goodbyes. You didn't care when I was here.
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