may 1st, 2002 / 1:42 a.m.

one year ago today

(these are words to speak against the past)

the stars never seemed further away, the sky never seemed a darker shade of gray, and life didn't seem to be worth much of anything...

if there ever was an argument against suicide, it's that you never know what will happen in your future. life is far too short to do anything but to enjoy every single moment you have on this planet.

the bad days will clear up, life will regain a sense of hope...

and even guys like me can fall in love.

previous/next