September 8, 1998 2:43 p.m.

--So, you want to talk to me again, do you? You want to pretend you never put these holes in my head? Now what? Am I really expected to hand you over the only love I've ever known and let you "care" for them? I'm supposed to take you in these arms that want to crush you, and let you back into my world? Their world? No, sorry. I'm afraid it doesn't work like that. You may be holding the knife still, but you're the one who's bleeding. You started yourself on this little ride, invited yourself into this game. Now you'll have to finish it.--

i'm okay, really. i just had to get that out of the way. i'm having a great day. ummmmm...i think i'll go enjoy it still. c ya.