mainsqueeze's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Candlelight Drinking is becoming less of an occasional sin and more of an emotional crutch. I see now how people develop alcoholism. Its unfortunate that the person I live with is the one person in the world who depresses me more than anything else. Being around Zach is like painting a bull's eye across the left half of my chest and walking into a dense forest in the middle of spring wearing a brown sweater. Hes always got something negative to say. I wonder if he still loves me at all, or if he has any clue how I feel about him. I guess its not all his fault that were falling apart like we are. I could try harder to be attractive to him. I could stop wearing the same old ratty sneakers, I could go on a diet and lose some weight, I could go get a tan, or something. Somehow I doubt that either of us would feel much better, even if I turned into a slender, well-dressed, bronzed nymphet. In fact, Im sure of it. I wish I knew what would make us feel better, though. 4:56 p.m. - 2002-03-19 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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