Thursday, Sept. 16, 2004 : the stars as they encircle me, as they cry
i want to cry.i'm not sad.
i'm not happy.
i feel nothing.
(((but i want to cry)))
'What do I care, I've got your love to keep me warm,' Pierre sang. 'Except that I don't, la la la.'
The moon has nothing to be sad about, she is used to this sort of thing.
Feeling:
Listening to:
Pretending: