Every five or ten minutes, I get all panicky and sick feeling. I think it's paranoia setting in. Kyle doesn't like my random entries that don't speak to anyone but myself. I say that they are the very substance of my being, I've always written this way, really, when I wasn't concerned about writing for other people, and I'm just taking some time for myself now. The end. Are you seeing nothing but sympathy in my eyes? That's not what I want.
Disclaimer: These are my personal thoughts, emotions and opinions -- they are not intended to offend or aggress upon anyone. Likewise, though I do appreciate a constructively critical comment on occasion, I prefer non-hateful and thoughtful comments with respect to myself. I shouldn't have any problems with that though, we're all grown ups here, right? Please note that any offensive, aggressive and anonymous comments will be deleted from my comments, notes and guestbook, as I like knowing that the rest of my readership doesn't have to read that trash. Also, the HTML on this design has been designed solely by myself, Amanda Neal, and song lyrics are from the song "Wild Horses" by Natasha Bedingfield.
Tuesday, Nov. 01, 2005 ~ 4:54 p.m.
