16:42 - Nov. 17, 2004
but hell
what can i say that is my own? what can i claim to have that hasn't been given me by someone else? if this is my final honesty, at least it's that. but hell it sucks.
i thought by moving away i would find something that i could call my own: my world, my friends, my self, my life. if i haven't exactly found all those things, i've at least learned they aren't determined by place alone.
so where's my freedom? that's what i've been looking for all along. i think, in the end, that's what we're all looking for. but i can't generalize and the lab's closing; i have two papers to write and a concert in three hours and i'm going home (home) in two days.
