23 air 2/18/2003 I don't breathe in times like these. Just hold my breath and hope for the best. One thing, and it effects every little detail of your life. Relationships, school, motivation, friends, family, how you even look in the mirror. There is such a thick cloud of fog, I can't even see which ones are slipping away. Then I turn around and realize, they all stayed the same, but it was me backing away 'cause I just get too scared. And yeah, that's how it always is. A fear that I'm choking down my neck. So breathing isn't so easy latley, but neither is anything else. This is just for the record: I'm not doing that modeling thing anymore- I quit.