in a damp cool place i sit and ponder on the things that could possibly go wrong, and as i find nothing something is always putting an illusive image in my mind that i am not looking hard enough. i dont know where to find the answers that i seek, for i do not even know the proper questions to ask. i have been put here with every tool on this earth that would make me a good person but i have yet to learn how to use them. instead i twist things and minuplate things to make them as i see fit. my own benefit is not worth tearing pple to peices and as i know this is wrong... i dont stopp..... does this make me a bad person or does it make me a lost and confused child? things go wrong and then people should learn from them, but my mistakes i make over and over agin. this is not how a person should be living. in the deepest and my private parts of my heart lies all the secrets that have torn me apart. can i ever learn to let them go, forgive what they have done to me? i will never know untill i have already done so..... so then i supose time is all anyone ever has. with time things shall get better and peices shall heal. its just waiting for that time that i must learn to do, and mabe i will actually be ok.