Saturday, Jun. 15, 2002 | 5:06 p.m.

a storm is brewing outside. but my heart is relatively calm. and that scares me.

i'm falling apart. and i wish someone was here. to wash my feet.

[you could never understand.]

sometimes i just want to be left alone. and i hate it when people wreck your plans by inviting themselves along when they are unwelcome.

you know what they say. you can't teach an old dog new tricks.