Ever just sit in the silence of nothing staring blankly into your hollow existence? I think to myself, and sometimes talk with myself. I wonder, after so many years of living an honest life and having the perfect girl, why god would take her from me. Years have passed since then and I still wish just to move on with what I have. Why am I plagued with these horrid dreams. Why is what used to be the peaceful serenity I have spent with her now the shallow grave in which I bury myself? I figured god had his reasons for taking Lisa... Why must he rub it in my fucking face every singe night? This is why I'm thinking... This is why I stare at the wall and do nothing.

Meh, I hate bitching but hey I guess that's what I use a journal for.