dorkfysh's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- cookies=love For a brief moment I felt beautiful. I felt like something had happened that couldn't be explained. Now that I know the truth I feel like I must be crazy. There must be something seriously wrong with my brain. I am seeing and feeling things that aren't there. This can't be healthy or right. When something feels good to me I don't want it to stop. I want to hoard all the moments I felt liquid and complete and hide them under my pillow. The fault does lie with me and my wicked imagination. My head perpetually stuck in the clouds. There is a part in there that refuses to believe that this was all the work of wishful thinking. There is a nagging thought that I was possibly half right...but that may just be the thought that keeps me from giving up hope altogether. I remember when I was five I brought cookies to school for my class. I passed them all out and then realized that I didn't bring one for myself. I sat quietly at my desk and hoped that someone would notice and share some with me, but nobody did. Hint: It wasn't about the cookies. 10:23 p.m. - February 05, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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