Writings from 11/02 to 3/05. |
| 11/28/02 I thought I could do anything, so I grabbed my pen and wrote a letter to the world. If I could play guitar and appreciate my masculinity enough, I'd have a plus over Sheryl Crow. She's not my dream. She's just barely enough talent to escape me and she has the insides to make me jealous. I know I can do better. I know I will win. She'll never break hearts quite like I can. And I'll guess that her heart has never been so broken as mine. |