Dark Poetry Prose Poetry May 9, 2004 Dark Poetic Prose

10:22pm 05-09-04 sunday

don't believe i've ever felt like this. that my life has truly been wasted. that there's no such thing as real friendship without shared parents.

i can't pinpoint a reason. just lately i feel different. watched four years dwindle down to nothing. watched love tell me i wasn't worth it.

that proposal on the survivor finale shook me. that love could prosper in such harsh conditions. that every person has three ways to make themselves happy. love, children or money. and i can't envision having any one of them. you can have more than one, but you can't have less.