]computers are the singlemost evil thing i can think of right now. i know if i had talked to paul on the phone tonight, it would have been easy to tell what was a joke and what was not a joke. but my computer is a big mean monster that turns words around into meaning things that they don't. and it causes my stomach to >wiggle itself into tightly tied knots. and i feel helpless. i'm trying my hardest to hold onto the first real-life prospect i have had in effing ages. he runs to me with his arms outstretched; when i reach my arms towards him, he seems to pull away. i'm helpless and hurting.
all because of words on a screen.
i used to have a diaryland and this used to be there, but i decided to move all of my entries here.
