looking back at my previous journals..... i realize that i wrote almost everyone of them for you. some of them are pretty good... mostly the earlier ones, but now my inspiration has left me and i feel hollow once more... i don't know why you're scared to do what you feel -but fear is the mind killer as maud dib would say, we all kill our minds in our own way. i'm empty but clean... call me godly. the movies that make up our lives keep us in our boxes. i opened my box for you, you shut it up again....
