"I claim neither a name nor a title, although I hope some day, you will call me friend. Until that time I must remain a stranger."
Friday, February 20, 2004
Tired
everything is so foggy and blurred. I'm tired and freezy. All that was warm and near is now far away. This must be the feeling, when you are left alone. I don't want this feeling to stay. I want you to stay.
