12:51 p.m. - 2001-05-01
html, fever, and a poem
I can't figure out how to archive these entries into a monthly format. It's all 'here's a simple html code, be sure you know what you're doing!' and all along the page are these odd little code thingies that go on forever. I wouldn't touch those things with a ten foot pole. If anybody knows HTML, could you Email me?? Please?? Me and my fever are completely lost.

Here's another poem, I guess. I can't rant and rave about anything when the extent of what's in my head consists of thickness and spiderwebs. My fever is still way up.

last year i was the untouchable

the one who wouldn't smile

i poured my soul into faceless saviours

cried to them for awhile

i was accused of treachery

of bearing false confidantes

my best friend stayed away from me

i wouldn't use her as a diary

it surprised me that she wanted me to

i thought laughter was all we were

rooted to the ground

if she didn't want to save me then

she shouldn't have made a sound

certain people were the chosen

i didn't have areason

except i didn't feel comfortable trying to cry

instead i would just shoot out a lie

these stories were my tapestry

i climbed the living wall

jumped over to the other side and then began to fall

i'm not sure who rescued me

i'm not sure if they really did

close my eyes and begin to dream

nothing is ever what it seems

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