uhh ------------------------------- tonight i write cuz im alone, tonight i write because im stoned and have been for days and days now nothings real anymore i dont remember what things feel like in reality i keep thinking and thinking and thinking i keep thinking that i need to get it together and make something of myself but then, i just get high i have to write this paper analyzing a relationship of mine and its very very hard to think of what to say I dont want to look at any of my "relationships" that closely. I wouldnt know how to explain them... anyway, silly me...i was driving home and i was certain that i had missed my turn, so i take the next possible left...it was just some random street and as i turn onto the gravel there is a sign that reads: DEAD END. now i have to turn around and get back on the highway...this seems like an easy enough task but no-i am completley inept. Eventually i get back on 71 and notice upcoming flashing lights. I do not want to get close to the policeman. Fear and paranoia overtake me..."should i keep going straight?" i wonder over and over. I keep going straight, and find that i didnt miss my turn at all because it was right in front of me. “...Therefore, since the world has still Much good, but much less good than ill, And while the sun and moon endure Luck’s a chance, but trouble’s sure, I’d face it as a wise man would, And train for ill and not for good. ’Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale Is not so brisk a brew as ale: Out of a stem that scored the hand I wrung it in a weary land. But take it: if the smack is sour, The better for the embittered hour; It should do good to heart and head When your soul is in my soul’s stead; And I will friend you, if I may, In the dark and cloudy day...” -A. E. Housman A Shropshire Lad 1896