Tuesday, February 21, 2006


I am haunted by the memory of my life.

Though it does me no good, I cannot help but remember my last moments. They replay over and over again in my mind along with the question... What could I have done differently?

However, that doesn't matter now. None of it does. The past, my life, my death, it's all meaningless in this place. I must focus on the present.

I don't know how long I'll keep this journal, but I see no reason not to.

Because I cannot date these entries, I will simply number them.

Perhaps it will help focus my thoughts. Perhaps it will be nothing more than a diversion.

Perhaps it will keep me sane.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I'm a concerned abot Thad. I think he's a little depressed.