12-29-03| 5:34 pm

Lately it's hard to exist;

My molecules want to stand still or violently explode. It's the back and forth that kills me, back and forth, back and forth. You aim low and you are ruthless and you hurt me as much as I can be hurt. You are Paris, always your arrow brings me down.
But never say I can't defeat you--my resolve is strong and despair no longer exists in my vocabulary. Tears can hurt as much as arrows and I will not hesitate to show you what irrationality brings;

Lately it's hard to exist.