damik's Diaryland Diary

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Not enought duct tape, hairspray, and elmer's glue

I got up this morning and I put on my baggest pants, an oversized shirt, and pulled my hair back messily. I curled up on the couch and wondered at the fultility. I got a call from a friend to go over and have lunch with him. Went to look for socks and saw myself in the mirror. It was pretty obvious that I didn't care.
I tried to make myself. I put on some of my cute pants my Adorable 1 shirt, and pulled my hair into an updo. I looked like I was put together, but my eyes still look dead. All the hope has been leached out of me.
I can make myself look presentable. I can go out into the world with a smile. I can hide every aspect of pain, except the lost look in my eyes.
And I wonder how I got back to this place, I wonder where I wandered off the path. It's the road to darkness all over again.
It seems for me that happiness comes and goes too fast.
So I can put my hair up, and put on nice clothes, but that's not enought to put me together. It's not enough to make me feel whole.

3:58 p.m. - 01-25-03
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