August 2002

08/03/02

I'm sitting in my room pondering me existence, as usual. Watching Pink Floyd The Wall and the desire to put my thoughts on paper has struck again. At times I feel like the character in the movie. He's been abandoned and is rapidly losing his mind. He's also never seen his father except for in old photographs. Maybe I'm just over empathizing with a fictional character. I have nothing else to say.