elegantwaste's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- sick I'm sick of coming last. Or third. Or eighth. Just once, I want to be first with somebody. That's never happened, not even with my parents. Never. I'm sick of holding people higher than they hold me. Friends are always more important to me than I am back to them. And I don't know if it's ever been the reverse. And I'm sick of getting hurt. 11:05 p.m. - 2002-12-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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