she wanted to kno if it wuz wrong for wondering who would come to her funeral. i told her i thought the same way. i talk to her. i understand her. not many females i understand, take notice. not that im complaining. not understanding pumps life chock full of interest. but its always nice to have something familiar. i dont flirt with amber deliberately. and if i did, y get mad? shes jus some girl. ur better than her. kno that. shit is getting old man. fast. i need to vent so much. i need.... to fight someone. if i go to bens house, i hope that theyre boxing again. nothing against my friends. ill box some1 i barely kno, jus kno of. or maybe not. who the fuck knos? plans change so fast when ur 16. theres a lot of shit planned for this long ass weekend ahead, and im lookin forward to having them smuthered. lame. if u got in my mind, ud kill urself. im surprised im not there yet. block the shit outta those voices that tell me to saw that bitches arms off. or melt a nylon seat belt to that guys chest. or mutilate myself. my mom cant hold me anymore. i squirm away. i wondered what it'd be like if my mom is really going to make me meet my father. there'd be no embracing. embrace my foot to his face. i think id get him near death and then rob him. then do that again 16 years later. he still wouldnt have be forgiven. see? i have issues. u dont kno, tho. the world goes away when were together cuz i lock it up in a closet. well, those hinges are coming loose, baby. brace yourself. id never worry u or anyone else with my own well being or problems. thatd be selfish. she asked me what my sign wuz. then she described my personality exactly. u ever gonna run out of amazment-inspiring tricks? no? good. i havent talked to sharon. in a while. a long while. i asked if i could call while she wuz on the internet last night. she signed off. felt like my heart got caught in a car door. i love you all...specially the fosters.