I stared at the wall for 4 hours today, I had an idea that if I concentrated enough it would move. I guess I'm just a product of the George Lucas era, I always dreamed that if you really wanted you could use the force. One day I swore I moved my toothbrush. Funny thing when you stare at a wall it begins to make sense, you lose touch with the world outside. It's like the wall is anything or anyone. It can be that stupid girl who told you, I just wanna be friends in the 9th grade. It's the people who said that you're just not what were looking for. It's that friend who you always say you are going to call but never do. When you concentrate hard enough you lose track of everything, it"s just you and that wall. I felt as if that wall and I had made a special connection that only we knew about, our own little secret. I told it my fears and it stood still, I told it my worries and it stood still. The wall listened to me it didn't descriminate against my faults. It was about the best friend I had ever met. All comments must be approved by Katie