Dear diary
Saturday, February 11, 2006

Dear diary, Today I was pompous and crazy. Today I made a person cower, never to be seen again. It was the worst day ever. :(

Fell in with the "wrong" crowd there for a spell, arguing, yeah, spelling... and grammar. But, dear diary, what is the point of writing correctly, if I cannot say the correct things? It only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in those you love, but a lifetime to heal them. I figured that part out for myself, today. :( Made a person go away, I did. :( In another thread. And not because I had cause to, or set out to; but for a reason far dire: carelessness. That is worse. And a good deal more dangerous. Just a single word; that's all it takes.

See, they never teach you this in grammar school.

Note to sad self: less repartee, more Love. :(


Sunday, February 12, 2006 3:24 PM


There's a reason they say "the power of life and death is in the tongue"...or in this case, fingertips since we're all typing.

However, just hang in there. Everyone says or does something they regret at some time in their lives.

Sunday, February 12, 2006 11:45 AM


uuuhoh *once again finds herself holding and comforting the teary one* I know how you feel luv. This must be the one you mentioned about one word gone wrong. Poor thing...

If it cheers you at all, this little spiel makes you almost River at heart, if you will. You only want to love and be love, but one moment of insanity and bam, everyone fears you. Well, everyone cept me ocourse. Thats a promise.


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