April 8th, 2001



Work, try to talk online, sleep. Work, try to find decent people online, sleep. Work, place another personal online, sleep. And all the while, my life is slowly turning to ashes.

"Try to save myself, but myself keeps slipping away..."

a question

What do you think love is? I would love some responses to this one. I will post a reply myself, but I don't want to influence your thoughts. So decide what you think it is before reading my ideas and others (if anyone does answer).

"hold me like this for a hundred thousand million days"