I feel like I need all brand new words. I believe you've read these all before. And this repitition is getting agitating. But truth be told I'm not a creative soul. And I have nothing new left in me. I don't have the mental capacity to think up something new. So won't you help me, please? Just tell me what to say. I'll forever owe you numerous thank you's every day. And you can recieve them in any form you like. Whether by mail, letter or e, from my lips to yours, or tattooed upon your chest, I'll owe you it all &I'll be more than happy to hold up my end of the deal. If there was one thing I could choose to love the most, it's the interpretation factor. I write about something minor, leave out the specifics &you turn it into a fiasco with its own staring cast. And I lean back &let you put on this little production of words, because I find it fascinating how well you think you know me. Your story is full with deep &meaningful, long words that you looked up in the dictionary, &so many song lyrics you can't even tell which are the words you wrote &which are the ones you owe somebody credit for. If I had it my way...If only...I wish. I don't think I'll ever get through to the end of that sentence. Too many possibilities &I have no one to write this for me. Honestly, I don't have the energy to be writing this all out, but I'm going to anyway. Figure out what that means &get back to me. I'll always be curious about what you have to say about me. Because even if you've known me the longest, you still don't quite know me. Some say its mystery, but I say it's just old-fashioned hiding. But it makes it easier on the whole funeral party if everyone who stands up to speak can start their speech with the same sentence: "I never really knew her..." And from my six foot grave, I'll request to see that scene on video. Because that'll be my dying wish coming true right before your very eyes. And speaking of funerals. I think it's about time I did some research. The time is approaching quickly &I'll need to take care of this all myself. I'll need to get everything ready, so some strange man in an ugly gray suit can put it all together for my mother &her poor aching heart. She can't do it alone, &she'll have no one to call on. So she'll probably follow me for once, and do what I did. And in that case, she'll be laying right next to me. It's just a matter of time. It's now to the point where I can't read my own writing. I can't decipher the little words at all. You'd think I'd be used to it by now. Because I've been tired for so long; my eyes only half open for the last 4 years. I've been wishing &hoping for tradgedy to strike, but god just won't grant my last wish. So I'll get down on my hands &knees &I'll pray as hard as I can. This better convince him that I really mean it. He better take me seriously, otherwise I'll have to hire someone to come up with a better threat then the one I'm thinking right now. So I'm on my knees, praying up a storm, hoping he knows I really mean it this time. No confusion here, I've only been wishing this for god only knows how long. The pun may or may not be intended. He hasn't given me an answer yet. But I'll relay the information as soon as I get it. And now I'm stuck. I need a snappy ending. Preferably one that will make you think. But its the wee tiny hours &I didn't have the proper prior planning to complete this assignment. So instead of calling 24 hour hotlines for something sweet &sassy, I'll end it abruptly. Because that's the sort of mood I'm in. So here goes nothing: