u2october's Diaryland Diary


what does it sound like?

and so, here i sit at 2:34 a.m. pondering the meanings of life. it's times exactly like this that i wish Adelle would let me sneak a cigarette. i don't want to go back to smoking. quitting my pack a day habit 8 months ago was the best decision i ever made, but there's something to be said about sitting on the porch at 2:30 a.m. with a cigarette contemplating those questions: why am i alive? where are you going? what does it REALLY sound like when the doves cry? i don't know. maybe i'm just getting older and questioning things. maybe life is questioning me. maybe this entry isn't making any sense.

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02:36 - 05.22.04


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