February 6, 2002
I must have the kind of face that says to the world "tell me your secrets." For years people have been confessing to me about everything from forbidden love to carrying a baby inside them for twelve years (true, that). When it happened today though, I felt this kind of satisfaction. It's not a bad thing; I must emit some kind of force-field for them, some kind of inner safety. I'm glad that I'm here to do this, to make it better for somebody else. Because lately I've been feeling that I don't know what the hell I'm here for.