59 to rest 3/26/2003 Just sank in what you told me yesterday. I'm about to be usefully put to rest . Just a few more moments until I'm the forgetten and the one to lose intrest in. And what can I say except this is all my fault. My faulty mind scared of nothing except for something that's nothing. I'm figuring at this time, you don't need me, I'm nothing more than a nothing. And now you are gonna figure that out. I'll try and figure out a use for my uselessness, but it's not so easy b/c you were it. Could you always really feel the same? What's about to happen? What will we think tomorrow? How's this weekend gonna be? I'm scared, such torture make my mind think every possible thought, even the one where I lose you.