Well, my last entry was rubish. But I will not delete it. My computer seems like it's about to freeze. Great. So, my "upgrades" didn't work. Oh well, I'll try again tomorrow. Back to my last entry, yes, I don't like it. I swore tooo much. I'm trying to cut down on swearing. It's part of the "I need a change" thing. I can't write anymore. Meaning, I can't write poetry...cos I'm not depressed. My stories, they have no endings. But I'm gonna put a short part up here....(short meaning: it's the only part I've got written.) The wind whispers through the shadows. Nature’s greatest glory is upon us; cries of betrayal on the wings of deaths’ breath. A silent rain begins to fall, the tears of the wind. After a while the drizzle slows and stops leaving behind a thick mist: the ways of uncertainty about not knowing what to do. Silence isn’t golden. The stars and the stripes are undecided: What will hurt worse? How many people are going to be killed? It’s like living life on the fast track…but when you aren’t moving to better places. The consciousness of thoughts that aren’t very clear. Pain and lies drift thru the water. The river of a million tears that shed each day. Censored clouds of anguish block the thick minds of young adolescents. Screams of pleasure echo through the nights’ thin, cool air. And well, I guess I'm gonna go to sleep. I'm bored as hell. And it's only 11:35. *tear*