Maia Nebula!

The world is sick, but my smile is intact.

Tuesday, March 09, 2004

Demashou!

There are no pretty words for this one. There are no rhetorics, no orderly sentences in perfect paragraphs. Just me, my bloody heart, my blackened lungs and my wrinkled brain, plus a few thin fingers.

I can't write what I feel... it's quite complex.

...

After a long while of typing and deleting, a short conversation with my friend Monica has given me the answer on what my problem is. She didn't even have to say anything. I said it myself.

I am feeling soooo out of place! SOMEBODY GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!

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