yes mom, i really knew to call.

isn't it funny how people put such trust into words? i find it quite comical. comical. i should know the spanish word for that however; i'm everything short of paying attention in that class. words. words can be so beautiful, or so darn ugly. so full of meaning, or empty empty empty. the empty words are the ones that i feel for. making false promises and judgments and all. is any of this making sense? i miss picking the locus shells off of trees. i've come up with another thing to add to my birthday list. eachday opens up an old cut. another question. another reason. a really miss writing poetry, i was thinking about it last night and it just all of a sudden hit me. i really need to look into burning my old journals. i don't want to do it alone. but i can't think of anyone to do it with. i can only hope that i am opening up someone's eyes. isn't it strange to think about the way some of us work? i know that if anyone was to look into my skull, they would run away screaming. i really should consider cleaning it up upthere. short but sweet, slow and steady we finish the race. i really wish my 'friends' would stay out of my buisness. i'll tell you what you need to know. have a lovely day.