I cant help but think what will tomorrow bring, will I turn invisible, never to be seen again, will you finally notice me, will you love me & never leave, will I escape this place, find another where i can fade... 'unfinished' 'i want so badly to beleive that there is truth, that love is real' i changed my diary, & got the postal service, & bright eyes cd, can you tell? i took some pics - on my previous entry, cameras are fun... why cant life be a song, a happy song?