5/8/05

I don’t know how I’m supposed to figure out if I’m okay when I keep changing – when every passing year brings a new idea, a new attitude, a new outlook, how do I know if, in the middle of it all, everything’s okay?  How do I know that my heart is happy, my soul is taken care of my, and my body isn’t ready to self-destruct?

The things that I do…sometimes, it’s all such a joke.  Like anyone really cares or notices or appreciates.  Sometimes they do – but the old cliche about the two-way street is so true.  I wish it wasn’t.