Index - Profile - Archives - Notes - DiaryLand - Random ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 61 I was going to bed, when I realized why I can't go. I can't go because I will not be able to come back. I will not be able to take the moment back, or the time, or the money. Yes. I want to know what I already know. Yes. I want to feel it. I want to say, "See?" But, I've said before... knowing only makes you resent every moment without. I fear my fear is greater than my faith. 11:23 a.m. - 2002-08-17 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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