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Saturday, July 2, 2005


I don’t know what to say today. My mind feels so empty today. I really want to get some sleep. But I can’t for some reason. I don’t know why. Maybe there’s something inside me that strives to get out. But its stuck deep inside me and part of me wants to keep it there. Because that’s where it has been for so long. I suppose part of me is afraid of change. Though I always feel change is best for me. If I were to change everything would be better. But I confuse myself so much and now I’m afraid of it. I tend to do that a lot though. Ah well..I suppose I’ll tell you what I did today. But that’s not very interesting. I’m sure you all wouldn’t want to hear that.

Well here’s a little survey thing. Have fun.

1. Who are you?
2. Are we friends?
3. When and how did we meet?
4. Do you have a crush on me?
5. Would you kiss me?
6. Give me a nickname and explain why you picked it.
7. Describe me in one word.
8. What was your first impression [of me]?
9. Do you still think that way about me now?
10. What reminds you of me?
11. If you could give me anything what would it be?
12. How well do you know me?
13. When's the last time you saw me?
14. Ever wanted to tell me something but couldn't?
15. Are you going to put this on your journal and see what I say about you?
16. What song are you listening to right now?
17. Do you love me?

Gosh darn it. I’m conforming.

Love and Peace.

PS. I changed my music thing. It's The Sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunkle.

Its a beautiful song. I remember when I was younger my father listened to it and it just seemed so mysterious. Well, here are the lyrics.

"Hello darkness, my old friend,
I've come to talk with you again,
Because a vision softly creeping,
Left its seeds while I was sleeping,
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence.
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone,
'Neath the halo of a street lamp,
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence.

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more.
People talking without speaking,
People hearing without listening,
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dare
Disturb the sound of silence.

'Fools' said I, 'You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows.
Hear my words that I might teach you,
Take my arms that I might reach you.'
But my words like silent raindrops fell,
And echoed
In the wells of silence

And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made.
And the sign flashed out its warning,
In the words that it was forming.
And the sign said, 'The words of the prophets
are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls.'
And whisper'd in the sounds of silence."

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