pennylane731's Diaryland Diary

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phone calls from the shore help, at times like these

ego trippin'

lovin' sweetheart

baby, i'm glad i could feed you

but the mornings don't remember my identity

or at least are hesitant to acknowledge me

i hate what i've become,

on this night,

in my life.

i should be a goddess,

so some have said.

but because of choices i've made

i'm...this.

this who i despise.

this who deserves nothing --

hit me,

rape me,

ignore me.

12:04 a.m. - 2004-06-26

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