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This journal is now friends only. See my one public post if you would like to be added.

Fools--Depeche Mode

Don't know the reason why I
Think I've been here before
This place seems so familiar
But then I can't be sure
Here comes that time again when
You'll walk right out the door
Don't tell me secrets anymore

And fools don't run away
You'll be followed another day
And all the chances that fall your way
Are in the fire on your dying day
So call me now and tell me that you're home

Can't see the sense in crying
There's too many tears to fall
My thoughts are multiplying
So I'll try to save them all


I'm writing for me. Period. Like it, or not. Read it, or not. I vent in this journal about everything and nothing. I pretty much lay my coping process out for the select to see, damn the consequences. So there.

I'm too weird to be normal and too normal to be weird.

That's pretty much all you need to know.

Because I feel the need to show my age:

Duran Duran is Lovesphinx_99