Saturday, 08/23/03 - 6:17 pm.
My mom bought a cup of coffee for a poor old man this morning. She has a heart of gold, and I should work on myself. There's a huge step between wanting wholeheartedly to help and actually getting to help.
One of these days, though perhaps not this week, and not this month, I will write about what a stupid, heartless, uncapable-of-love, selfish bitch I am.
I'm hoping everything will be ok, but I know it won't.
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