||[14 Mar 2005|08:43pm]
What i want is a question that runs through my mind endlessly.
This confusion have yet to become clarity. so what do i want? I know I want honesty. how can i say that? I'm not even honest to my self. My past cannot be forgotten, for i am reminded of it everyday. Its a constant battle everyday.I know you always promised to be there but i am sick of promises.I have so many promises that I have broken. The biggest one, trying not to care so much. Then there are the smaller things. Things just get old. Somedays I just want to run and the wind against my face would feel so relieving. Soon enough it would just get old and I'd get tired, turn around and walk back. Running from my fears gets old. Music never gets old. Never. Its very well possible that music is the most beautiful thing ever created. Most of the musicians of my favorite bands i have to thank for my presense still here on earth. I also thank the scientist of physics. Otherwises, everything gets old, friends, talking, school, life, everything and now writing is old.
I'm done rambling.