[9:28 a.m.] : [2001-04-30]
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sometimes no matter how hard i try i just can't help but find myself feeling like a make your own story book: Turn to page 12 if you wish to get the happy everythings going to be alright response to your email, that i don't know if i feel comfortable writing. Turn to page 57 if you would like to get the response that comes automatic with human nature, not that i like feeling bitter or even thinking the things i could say here in response to you. and somewhere around page 178 there is that one page with the resolution, what you have been reading for, everything that you want to gain from this novel you've been 'writing' but then late one night your flipping threw the pages wondering where you've been going wrong, and you find that page and hope starts to comeback into the story, but then after searching everypage you realize no matter what page you turn there is just no way to get to that dream ending cause you also realize that no matter what the title says, some one else has already writen your story a houndred times before and all you can do is blow the candles out yourself and tuck yourself in for a cold dark long winter ...and dream of spring |
