My fathers meowing in the other room, as I sit here writing. Now he barks. Sick. no. Just dad. My One love is out for dinner at his brothers. Most likely getting drunk. Or already is. One love indeed. :) Dead babies..............yes. I was enjoying this site i happened to come across... http://www.thisisacryforhelp.com I'm sick, i know. BUt i dressed up a dead babie to look like my boyfriend. Yes... sick indeed. Frightening really. How you tend to make me shiver, even when I'm angry at the world. You sit there with your perfect smile, perfect mouth, and when you kiss me, I catch it. I become just as perfect as you are. Just for that instant when I'm kissing you. Then when we detatch, I am once again unperfect. Like everybody else. Just the only difference is. I one again am assured if my importance to you, To your life... To your beauty. Your beauty... You say I'm beautiful. I thank you. I am your beauty..... Yours. Yes.Yours. Once again. frightening. I talk about this so often. I must bore others. *And when it was all over I'll try and remind you... only when I spoke I said it too soft " If only you could love me back."* Beautiful... poetry. Loverly. really. I sadden at the sight of your annoyance. At the feeling of once again being forgotten. I dont mind really. I figure it's because your sadness cant be bothered by my happyness. why bother at all? Alls well really. Just in a morbid mood. I'm leaving soon..... 6 days? I need to pack. IN truth... I am not truth leaving for another year or so. You promised. and I'm keeping you to that promise. If nothing else. :) I swear to you. not only am I not stonned. I am also not a)drunk b)pepped c)pilled d)insane e)knocked up f)tragicaly faultered