damik's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- fighting to stay upright I'm trying to fight the impulse to go lie down and sleep another fifiteen hours. Fighting the impulse to waste this rainy day like I wasted yesterday's sunny one. Fighting the impulse to cut and cry all night. There is nothing to do in this little empty apartment of mine. I don't have the desiare to pick up my flute and pratice, or pick up the brush and paint. I haven't had the desire to write in a long, long time. I just let the music play and the time pass by. 4:32 p.m. - 03-26-03 -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I haven't cut myself in:
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