Tuesday, October 26, 2004
Holy Shit
Often times it seems like its the shit that ends up reminding us of who we are, makes us feel alive for some fucked up reason. I had a seizure two weeks ago. Una's moving to Colorado. My ex Sara wants to talk to me. I don't know whats what anymore. All I do know is that you can let the fucked up things remind you of whatever it is you need to be reminded of but you can never let it define you.
Owen 1:59 AM