December 8, 2000 ~ Friday Morning

I'm listening to sad songs.  It's suiting my mood.  I'm just feeling blah.  Don't know why I'm bothering to write.  I'm sure no one wants to hear any depressing thoughts that are dwelling within my head.  And I don't want anyone hearing them.  But I want to write about them.  I should correct that statement.  I don't want anyone I know hearing them.  Everyone that knows me sees that I'm happy about 90% of the time.  And I don't think they like to see the other 10%.  It's not pretty.  The other 10% actually doesn't bother me.  Sometimes I take comfort in sadness... it feels like a good rainy day.  Raining on the inside.

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