Typical Diaryland Entry December 29, 2002 - 10:54 p.m.

Just sitting here, watching a tear slowly roll down my wrist.

The only solid thought I can hang on to is the idea that I can't break the cycle.

I don't want to be like her. Yet I've done nothing but mimic her flaws.

I feel so weak.

I'm so small and puny, how could I be expected to break the chain?

If only my tears could rust it.

If only it were as simple as saying 'enough'.

So weak and being crushed in so many ways...

I think this is me giving up.

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