Blast from the past...

So, I went looking through some old journals tonight. I don't know why. I honestly don't. It makes me crazy.

But I stumbled across these gems, scrawled on notebook paper, that fell out from between the pages of one of the journals....

Truth is not beauty. Beauty is beauty. Without beauty, you have no voice.

(Yikes.)

I make him feel good about himself. He makes me feel like I think I know how to feel.

(Okay. Whoa. Double yikes.)

I wish I could have saved you without drowning myself.
I wish what I offered could have been enough.
But I'm too weak and you're too wicked,
so I sink, my heart forgotten.

(And there you have it...)