close to the end, not my end. but the end of a thing I created. then again every end is also a beginning. I wonder what is in store. I wonder how much I know should happen really will. I wonder alot of things. I wonder what the next few weeks will bring for me as well as for the people I have hung out with and called my freinds for so long and so short at the same time. people are so sad. I am not. I never feel what anybody else is feeling at that moment. I talked to my bro again yesterday. he's the coolest kid. My mom doesn't want me to spend time with scott tomorrow because I have spent all the time possible with him over the past week. I dont see why she wants me to do all the junk she always has me do. I fell in love with words on sunday. they were so perfectly written that although what they spoke of was dull and most of it I had never experianced, I couldn't stop reading. so many sad faces. so many fears. so many people going places. so many tears. so many narrow views. so many rash decisions. within which everything scews. so many spiritual incisions. yet I feel no pain. no sadness. no falling blue rain. nothing that anyone else feels.