May 17, 2006
I suppose I should have some sort of regret, but I don't. Sometimes I close my eyes, and picture God's sadness at the way I am living and want to correct every single mistake. I try to imagine how many people have been with somebody out of sheer loneliness. I wonder how many people have pretended to love someone they really don't. It's such a shame the things we're reduced to sometimes. I never thought that I would ever become the person that I have, and I'm not sure if that is a good thing, bad thing, neither or both.