(Now you'll know who I am.)
August 12th: More old letters. (I will never ever again let anyone tell me they love me.)
August 9th: I found something.
August 8th: It's time to go back to bed.
August 8th: Old news.
August 7th: post break-up
August 4th: I need something to breathe.
August 2nd: I make myself sick.
August 1st: In the beginning there was snow.
30.7.2000 To want so many things is impossible.
29.7.2000 I am scared.
27.7.2000 I am unattractive.
26.7.2000 Rambling on relationships (in general).
25.7.2000 augh.
24.7.2000 you won't die when I do, therefore nothing matters.
21.7.2000 - -
21.7.2000 Insignificant and pretentious.
19.7.2000 death and other things.
16.7.2000 my heart aches
16.7.2000 Hmm.
7.7.2000 Not again. Don't do this to me.
5.7.2000 "I wanna go home to my babe, some time, somehow."
5.7.2000 In the end.
3.7.2000 This goes all wrong.
3.7.2000 If you could cure cancer by killing one person, would you do it?
2.7.2000 "I'm not crying - I'm rinsing my eyes"
1.7.2000 It's July already. Weird.