so this new myspace craze....yeah....im a whore now lol. i have absolutely no reason at all to use one. the only reasonable explanation is that i have friends in california that i dont have contact with other than through that thing. i dunno, my friends on sit stopped using theres, so thats a good reason as to why i dont use this anymore. plus....ive gotten over a lot of things, changed some. i feel like i dont need a diary to express myself anymore. i dont have any built up emotion. but i will still stop by once in a while...like three months later lol, just to see how its holding up. anyway. thats life isnt it.... oh, well i might as well make this useful and post a poem i wrote. is it my right to feel this way and.... who is it that gives me my emotion this... is unbelievably true after all this time and all those people i cant stop loving you somehow its consumed me no longer able to repress such stress comes and goes and i think of you hiding my truth in the shadows in the cool blue mists of time i follow an endless corridor of question a sphere of hope drifts by the bubble elipse, crack shatter break. once in a while i will move on but back to this game all feeling of shame (a beat) but who am i to question to want need (answer my own thoughts from dreams-ive seen the future in my past it holds no value what i want when you can give it what do you want, i should talk, which i havent. thats the key to this mystery) love. is that even justifiable that i can sit here and think of such power in such a word one word only one that can change life, hurt, kill, destroy, embrace, freedom who chooses what it means when i decide-- it doesnt count since mutuality cannot coexist between two yes, that cake song, world of two there truly is only room for you in your world of two and when i cannot believe in myself there is nothing left to do... i thumb the cool blade but i know this cant last. and i guess here is another one: the time is now to make it right, stand up and fight dont let down your guard its all you got, but probably not, someday you'll see, without me...there is no happiness, yet, slash the sadness until all hope is lost and gone, not found, you'll fall to the ground hands on head eyes tearing, with blood, you will understand what you can and cant relate, stop all this hate, remember its all you now what to do...