Arent.As.They.Appear
Tuesday, Dec. 03, 2002 at 10:05 p.m.
Im tired of "strangers" coming up to me and asking me if im ok. And my "friends" the ppl who say they care not ever asking me. At least not without exspecting a lie. For me to just say fine. It hurts. Im always there for them, atleast i thought i was. But i must not be if they cant find a little time to just hug me for no reason. Sometimes i wonder my purpose in life.
I wish they had a store where you could buy a piece of paper that says who ppl are and why they are here. that way I could know who it is i really am.
*things arent as they appear*
New Memories Profile Notes Fans E-mail Guestbook Glitter Tramp Design Host