March 15, 1998


Most of the time I think of myself as some unattractive idiot. I know it’s a horrible thing to say about oneself but I can’t help it. Every day I try to keep up my self-esteem but there’s this little voice in my head that just will not go away. I think somebody just drove up. Nope.

After all this time we still find tranquility in the oddest of situations. There is a distinction in the manner of our being, and though vastly different, we are still able to connect.

No more space to occupy. I quit after the last line.


Author: Lindsay Niemann

Writer | Graphic Artist