Monday, May 10, 2004

On Friday night I lay awake in bed, finding it impossible to go to sleep. Increasingly, I find myself more and more undeserving of what I have, of what I hope to have, and of hoping to have in the very first place. I know I have certain qualities, but what are they? What right does someone so ordinary have to believe in an extraordinary dream?

-- tee @ 12:04 pm |