oh, i already miss you singing like this overthephone.

Friday, Mar. 15, 2002 | 3:39 p.m.

i hate secrets. i hate it when people whisper in my presence. i would rather they just say, "hey, can you leave?" seriously. what is there to hide from me? i'm a nice girl. i love people. i just want to take part in the lives of my friends, not pass judgment or condemn them to hell. talk to me. please.

the first time i saw the movie ten things i hate about you, i wanted to be like julia stiles' character. i wanted to be a shrew and always have something witty to say. sometimes i still feel like that. sometimes i want to lash out and say exactly what i think and tell the people who are hurting me that i am in pain.

today i just want to be held.

go on drone