then you were gone
2003-08-13 || 12:02 p.m.

And I dreamt I wrote a real diary. A place where I wrote how I really feel. It was perfect sheets of white paper and the writing was so beautiful it looked like print. And I took these sheets of paper everywhere because I always wanted them close to me.

But I knew it was all pointless and I could only ever write things meaningful to me but meaningless to everyone else. So I laid down by the side of a river. One by one I pushed the sheets of paper off and watched them float downstream.

And then I was empty and back to normal.