2003-01-17 - 1:23 p.m.

the moon cried for me last night. the trees weeped, and the ground hardened.

and it is all because i am not capable of controling my mind. it wanders into dark alleys and dead end streets that i dont want to go to. i try to make a u-turn, but it doesnt work. the accelerator is stuck and i head for the brick wall at the end.

i dont want it to be this way. and i feel so bad for you. you stay. you watch me go down the winding back roads, and you cant do anything about it, because i dropped you off a 1/2 mile back.

i want it to work. i want to use highways, and exits to fun places, but my fender was broken before you, and i am running out of gas.