Friday, November 18, 2005 @11/18/2005 01:27:00 PM
Today, the scariest thought came to mind. Standing at my balcony smoking, I wondered what I would look like at the bottom of my balcony. Splattered? In pieces or just broken?
Today I felt like jumping. Suddenly, the 2nd floor seems to high up. So heavenly. So desirable.
Today, I scared myself.
Saved by a
nonsensical loved phone call. Though.
⥠every page of my imagination