Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Meters of Millions. I am defective. I cannot make a relationship work, and the chances that I continue to choose unwilling partners each time is so slim, that I have to believe the fault lies within me. What that fault is, I don't know. I am not unfaithful, not like my counterparts. I am not boring. I am not any more lazy than my neighbor. I believe I am a fair fighter, I don't keep score or points. But, I don't believe in true love any more. I don't believe in one, only one, partner. I've seen too much. My dark parts aren't any darker than any one else's. If I wish to be used, I have many opportunites to be pushed and pulled into situations I do not desire but will feed some flame. I fucking give up. If you see this girl any where, for God's sake, don't fall in love with her. 5:44 p.m. - 2003-10-20 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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