6:23 p.m. - 2006-01-16
So scream
I don't want to fucking go back to that part of my life. Fuck it. I'm not. I don't want to be there again.
I'm pushing out into the deep water and staying there until every muscle is too tired to move. And when teh water starts to go over my head, I will lay back and sink in and smile, because I fought until the very end.
Plans always full through.
Friends are usually the hardest to help when they need the most.
And sometimes salt gets in your wounds.
And it stings like hell.
