Thursday, September 22, 2005
i have to live with myself, i want to be fit for myself to know i want to be able as days go by always look myself straight in the eye; i don't want to stand, with the setting sun, and hate myself for things i have done. i don't want to keep on a closet shelf a lot of secrets about myself, and fool myself, as i come and go, into thinking that nobody else will know the kind of girl i really am; i don't want to dress myself in sham. i want to go out with my head erect, i want to deserve all man's respect; and here in the struggle for fame and wealth i want to be able to like myself. i don't want to look at myself and know that i am a bluffer, an empty show. i can never hide myself from me: i see what others may never see, i know what others may never know; i never can fool myself, and so, whatever happens, i want to be self-respecting and guilt free.