i dont know if i chose correctly. this makes me mad! grr...roar! ..ha.... hm, ok im done with that. ive read again and again, many books. i havent found a book that quenches my thirst. there was one...Dead On Town Line. it was writen in a very interesting way. the story unravelled itself in poems. instead of reading page to page youd have to stop for a moment and think about what the author was trying to explain. she didnt say what who or when the everything happened. she just hinted everything to the reader...pfft i sound like im writin a damn essay on it..jeez... but the way the girl felt..she was a ghost. she wandered helplessly anywhere and everywhere. it made me feel empty. ..hm.. bah, i dont know. empty, hmm.. he makes me feel empty. he's not here in person. but i can here him. i can read what he says...but he's not here. he says he is...but he's not. not speaking to him..drives me...insane. he drives me insane. to the brink. i cant take it. he doesnt care. then why should i? there's no need for me to do so. i shouldnt take everything so seriously. he says" i cant wait for the day i wake up and turn and see you..next to me. knowing that for now on ill be seeing you every morning next to me..i cant wait" ha... i just..baaahhhh...ha sheep. lies. probably all lies. probably just wants to use me. thats it, he just wants to use me. for what??! he lives four fucking hours away! we barely ever rarely speak on the phone and at all... this just..augh. why cant i just settle for that nice guy that used to be whore.. why? he does live down the block...it would be easy. besides, my parents like him. so..yes..why cant i do that?..damn... stupid emotions. man i just want them to shooooo! leave! outta here! ..that wont happen for a while.. augh... oh well..con amor amor y paz, paola