Thursday, January 19, 2006

Damn...


I tried to save it. I did. It took the most anger and hurt and love I had ever felt in my life to get me to write those 152 pages and because I had no time, because the damn memory stick wouldn't work with me, because I couldn't find a CD, because my heart was kinda' aching, because I was 5 minutes away from a goodbye, I had no choice but to erase it or risk being exposed and just like that it is now gone.

I feel like I killed something inside me.

I didn't erase enough though. The pictures are all still there...

1 comment:

Grant said...

If I lost 152 pages of what I wrote, I'd probably kill myself. Not that I'm making suggestions, mind you. As it is, I protect my work by making backups on CD's and storing copies on my iPod and web server.