yes, you did it. it was just you and the other ones of your kind. you made me feel guilty, guilty for not writing anything for a couple of days, guilty for not sharing my innermost secrets with you, guilty for not telling you how my life is developing (for all those really sick guys out there - it's not, actually), guilty for not updating this site with those great new poems i wrote (they are really great, even if you read them when you're not drunk), guilty for not keeping the smiling face up all day long, guilty for not being able to express what i think and feel, guilty for not fulfilling everyone's wishes (hey, when's the cd finished? what about that cd? hey you, why don't you update your webpage? have you learned your text yet? why isn't that registration online? you told me it would be there by last week! [all actual examples]), guilty for... guilty for being a damn inconsequent, stupid, mindless, depressive, caring, insidious, not-perfect human being... i feel guilty for being me - at least today.
charon

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