the quarter mile walk home didn't clear my head as hoped, instead my mind is filled with regret and frustration.
and on a side note -- appreciate that people seem to see me as a trusting person; i know the stories, secrets, and hopes of my friends but i often wonder if they know anything meaningful about me. why do i do this to myself.
"We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness."
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