it's almost 1:30... i'm tired and hungry, but i'm not sleepy. i'm kind of sad but i dunno why. sunday night before i went to sleep... i asked myself something i've never asked myself before, well, i have but an answer always came back, but monday there was no answer... the question was, "why am i alive?" i was thinking about what i possibly could have to look forward to and i couldn't think of anything. for the minute i was scared... but then i recovered. this week has passed by and i'm not quite sure why i am alive, but i am okay with it. oh well, guess i'll never quite know till later, this is fine for now though...

*~AnNa