december 6th, 2004 / 1:16 a.m.

i wish i had the right questions to ask
and you..the right answers to give.
i wish i didn't get caught up in semantics..but blind faith seems so hard to accept. i've been hurt so many times by believing in things that weren't there..why should this time be any different?

i know..i should let go of whatever holds me back..but i'm scared. scared of jumping off a cliff and landing flat on my face. i've made it this far by myself. and while i won't say things are perfect, i'm alive, no worse for the wear.

i just need proof..something concrete that will help me know it's real..not something i'm imagining..

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