Last updated July 5, 2004

My name is Dayle. It's been a long time since this was last updated... and it's going to remain pretty lame for a while as I figure out what to do with this site and my other site, but I'll try to do something with both sites soon.

I suffer from depression, trichotillomania, and low self esteem. I'm going to therapy, taking Lexapro, and trying to make myself feel better.

Nina Gordon -- Horses In The City they walk the horses home at night right by my window they pull their carriages along busy city streets it’s from another time it’s like a lullaby but i don’t think that i can sleep tonight so i count the streetlights i count the stars i make a wish and wonder where you are i wonder if i’ll live long enough to feel again help me ’cause i’m falling out of grace i hang my head and hide my face i don’t know what it is i just feel out of place like horses in the city i played the game i dropped the ball i lost another friend i gained a future but i can’t see where the future ends i’d write a letter or write a song but once again my voice just comes out wrong i wonder if i’ll live long enough to sing again ’cause i’m falling out of grace i hang my head and hide my face i don’t know what it is i just feel out of place like horses in the city but they don’t seem frightened as the cars go speeding by so why am i so terrified to close my eyes tonight? i’m just afraid there’s no time no time this time ’cause i’m falling out of grace i hang my head and hide my face i don’t know what it is i just feel out of place like horses in the city they walk the horses home at night right by my window they pull their carriages along busy city streets i wonder if they’ll live to run without the reins again?