I often question my sanity. Sometimes I just feel so out there it's unbelieveable. But.. a crazy person doesn't know they're crazy. Don't really know where that came from. It's part of what I have written down in my paper journal. I really need to start writing in my poetry book again. I miss having something to type up for all of you to read. It may not be all the exciting to read.. but hey, it's something. Something besides the bullshit that just flies out of my mouth.. fingers. Miranda said she's going to omaha this weekend.. she almost sounded like she wanted me to go with her. Get coked out.. drunker than hell. ..I'm past all that now. Aren't I? I don't know. Sometimes I just don't know. That day after school when I went with her and smoked pot.. I just felt so guilty. I mean, I know it wasn't what I use to do.. but it just felt so different. Like it wasn't worth it anymore.. I've been going through some of my old notebooks and other crap. I was such a tweaker. Maybe I still am even though I'm clean. I don't want to throw away anything. It reminds me of where I was. I never want to go back there. Ever. Well.. now that I'm spacing off into nowhere. I better just end this entry right here. Besides.. I'm probably boring you to death already. That is if you even made it this far. Leave me some love.. I'll leave some back.