Say you never wake up again. Say that you died during your sleep and all of the sudden you can't tell where you are. Life could end just like that. I have come to the conclusion that I am not immortal and that I could die at any second. A morbid thought, but I truthful one. What if I died tomorrow? Would anyone be at my funeral? Would there be so many people like at Kevins? I doubt it. I'm a total bitch to most people. I don't know why. But, I'm not really a bitch. I tell people the things they don't want to hear, and I'm also very sarcastic. I guess thats why I'm considered a bitch by everyone and they're mothers. Sometimes, I don't care anyway. I'm like this is me and if your don't like it go screw yourself. Maybe more nice because I guess I gotta keep up my feminine ways. Pshhhh whatever. I sorta like my personality. It keeps the really mean people out. If only I had the balls to tell people how I really feel. No one really knows me. Not even the people that think they know me. Like there is this analogy that people are like onions because they have so many layers. Ok think of any onion with 50 layers, and it's me. The most layers someone has ever peeled (found out about me) is about 10. And, thats my mom. When I say no one knows me, I mean NO ONE. I'm out. ^S^