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2000-08-28
17:04:52
i don't know why i'm writing in here anymore. it's not like it's improving my situation or giving me any bright ideas about what i should be doing. nothing's changed.
angela's still in a coma. jess is still supportive, but distant. my nights are still unbearable, interrupted by sudden nightmares and cold sweats.
i'm going to go back to that beach resort i found last weekend. i need to get away. and this time, i might just stay away. this is the last place on earth i want to be right now, and nobody needs me here. i'm a bastard child of fortune, slave to the trade of chance, pawn in life's game of free choice, and i deserve to be stripped of my position on the highest throne of bad judgment and wrong decisions.
i don't need this anymore.
