11:52 p.m. - 08.20.04 - a constant dream. steady and fed
The comfort level of this old journal has tainted my views on life. The creepiness of what lies between these words and those words, can never really be understood. I have too many secrets that have exploited themselves. Anyone who is anyone has found this thing and deminished it's secrecy.
There is no more to this, no more to that. But maybe I'll come back every once in a while. Hm? I've redone it so all the entries can be viewed, because I like to read them. Sometimes when I read over the old stuff, I can't even remember myself what I'm talking about.
before or after
