I dont have time to say why and I'm not really in the mood to talk about it anyways, but I will tomorrow.

um i wrote something. I think its a poem heh... its a little wierd... but yeah...

scared. with worries and wonders.

life is understanding that nothing ever lasts

changing nothing.

Leaving doubts behind.

reality's left to screw with your mind.

allowing this gravity to weight you down

releasing your broken point of view

never something someone sane would think to do

never matters anyways.

not undoing whats been told.

false and dying, filled with mold.

Pouring from her heart

a red clot of hope and then it pops.

twisted like the words she spoke.

the scent of wishful wonders flow

through the air, and make you choke

on all you know.

I was in a weird mood mind you. I'm tired.

....I am proud of you too....