for a minute

maybe it is the wintery suffocation or the way my hair refuses to curl, but i'm stuck. i've always prided myself on knowing what i needed at all times and now i don't. my head should be bruised from the amount of times i've smacked my hands upon it wondering what the hell to do with my day, my minute, my life.

2004-01-06, 11:24 a.m.
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