Whims and Wishes never were good things.
Saint Louise Was Listening On
1:03 a.m. || 2004-06-24
Feeling restless and horny. Wearing a pair of old panties that have started falling apart, they must be, I don't know, 4 or 5 years old by now? I wonder if people are meant to have underwear last for that long.
Reading another diary tonight, feeling almost a shared misery for someone, a desperation inside, a loss of words and hope.
Sex with myself is pointless.
The point of whatever there was is long forgotten.
I hope the hitchhiker's guide was a good read, it helped me through some long and boring nights...
I hope too much these days.
Whims and Wishes never were good things.