mood suits situation. lol well it's about 10 30 ish... i'm back from my grandparents ( carefree days of senilism and dominos) and i'm boosting with insanity. which isnt at all surprising... i bet senilisn is cotagious. but anyway... i wrote this poem and i really dig it.. works... know wat i mean? well yea. so this is it : Don’t just walk away You said I was your everything Now where did that go? What happened to all those days That you said I was your own That all you wanted was my taste I give and you just take After every move I make You just stared…. I would try to make it seem Like everything was fine That I didn’t cry at night But you didn’t care And You don’t care about me it's not done yet.. i think it' needs more descriptive words and more verses. tell me what YOU think. so yea (song changes to Open my eyes-Buckcherry) so tonight I'm sneaking out and torching some of my past... literly. i've figured that the best way to get over this is to burn it, so thats what I'm doing... wish me happy bonfire! (laughs) (song changes to All about loving u-Bon Jovi) so. i lost at dominos, which was ok.. i had fun with my semi sane family. which is something i dont normally do. the whole me having piercings, a collar, and black studded cuffs/belts/boots, usually gets in the way.. but i think they've gotten used to me. so thats always good. so i should be folding laundry, but i'm not.. instead of that i'm writting here... which i should stop.. dads started stomping, lol.. stomping means " GET THE FUCK UP HERE!" so seeya babe -me ( CANDY! CANDISE! MISS CAINE! ) (song ends) major creep o mondo