collect: Oct. 29, 2002 (10:55 pm)

i'd stay up this late to talk about life with you. or anyone who will respond. i'm sick of walls. i just want to feel honest. i want to be honest. again?

i don't want to come home burned out crying. i don't want to have to skip protests for work. i don't want to have to be where you want me to be. i want to be where i want to be, where i ought to be.

all i've ever wanted to be was a writer and i suppose that's why i can't sit down and work. all i care about is people. and words. and thoughts.

and sometimes...it's just too much. it's too much but i press too hard. and i don't want to go to bed and put an end to another one of these days. one of these days.

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