Well, today was uneventful in the least. very boring. i didn't do anything. i went to the Y. played checkers, monopoly, and life with this kid justin and went home. then i had timmy's. watched something, i don't even remember what it was. and then i went back to the Y for a staff meeting, which i was dreading, but meh, now i'm home. My computer is being a bitch. slow mofo. i wonder what i am going to do tomorrow. probably sleep. sleep. sleep. wake up. do something boring. sleep more. that's it. It's times like this that i get more depressed. when i can actually think about what i am. i wonder who reads this. if anyone. cares. really cares. i sure as shit don't. i'm eating popcorn right now. yum yum. i think i'm a poser poet. all my poem suck balls. boring. shit. crap. hell. stupid. dumb. hate them all. heres' one. Rough Draft Something about me isn’t right It’s like I’m just the rough draft of something beautiful Like I’m the outline of something breathtaking I’m crumpled up and thrown away You’re not sasified with the job you did with me So you moved on, and created something more beautiful Something perfect, and left me flawed and broken. I can’t erase what you made me. I can’t just simply cut that part out of me Why don’t you find me beautiful. Why did you move on and leave me Why can’t you be happy with me Why can’t you just love the rough draft. I’m raw I’m real, I’m the rough draft of her. what do you all think? crappy? i know. well later. cause i'm all wrong and i don't see a chance to fix this head so just give up. write me off, pretend i don't exist