so is this what life's gonna be like?

make a whole bunch of great friends, and theeeen you leave then for college.

then you make more friends, not as many, and then the year is over, and once again they dissappear.

and now I'm at work, am I going to make new friends, only to end up leaving them as well?

what is the point?

C-C-C-Crazy

After watching Crazy Heart this was stuck in my head, so I put it in my computer, now it's here.

personally I think it sounds to much like country to me, but that might just be me

And through the years I've grown a little

(A little less then I probably should)

And though my time is almost over

(I'd make the best of it if I could)

And though I know you will not take it

(I know and trust you will not split)

And though I've seen the ups and the down

(I hope this song will wipe your frown)

Cause I'm slow dieing In a heart beat

slow dieing as I stood

I know my number will be called soon

and I'll have to leave this neighborhood

Slow dieing In a heart beat

slow dieing as the day

there isn't much that you can do

just sit right there and pray

Our Eternity
From across a land of sea
you have come to me.
You learn to talk, but not see.
I know I'm not free
but with you, we soon will be.


I think that everythign I write sounds that same, and that I can only write love song's/poems, or sad ones, and everythgin else just sounds awful.
oh well C'est la vie

I feel like my old self again.

unless my I was my old self all this time,

unless my old self is really my new self in disguise,

but if I was my old self the whole time, then who was the other self,

but if my old self is really my new self in disguise, then who was it hiding from,

hmmmmm, interesting....

Dreamer, your nothing but a Dreamer

Are dreams supposed to mean anything?
sometimes I hope, yes
but then again, if they do

I'd be dead like seven times now.....

part of my still hopes yes :)

I've been reading a lot lately, and not the books I normally would have read, I'm reading memoirs, biographies, and stories about real people, about their real struggles, and real experiences. And I Love It!

I don't know why, but reading about other people living, makes me feel like I was there, right there living with them.

is that such a bad thing?

to want to live with the characters in the books you read, rather then the rest of the world?

A fast moving car is the only place where your legally allowed to not deal with your problems. It's enforced meditation and it's great.