rayofmemory's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ::metaphor on wishing in a sense:: I wish I had been wrong, for his sake. As if the poor boy hasn't already been through enough. It's not fair. Sometimes I wish I had the patience to write a book, because I would write it about his life. I would write books about a lot of things. But alas, I do not have the patience. I wish for a lot of things. Seems to me I do more wishing than actual doing. That's when regret staggers in like a drunk in the door way, to smack me in the face and tell me what I already know. All the things I know that are wrong with me. I'm very well aware of how human I am, but thanks anyways. 9:52 p.m. - 10.25.03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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