if you want to get to know me this post should send you well on your way.

i stole this from
nada_o_nil



( 100 things about me )

I have spent a lot of time with my head in my hands lately.

i thought there was supposed to be a deadline for writing sad poems.

some things just aren't true anymore.
I incite riots of love and hate and its the only way.
a balance patch would be nice.

I made up my mind.
it has to be done.

lets run away together you and I.

2 more cycles till the promised land.

i dont know why i still feel this way. i guess i will have to find out when i face off against myself. what am i really made of?

maybe some day has become my mantra.

maybe some day.

maybe some day.

maybe some day.

I have no compass or map when navigating your waters.
set adrift for months on a glassy surface.
This calm is deadly.

Here is a riddle.

I want to get the thoughts in my head straight. crossed wires string me up and spin me right round baby right round. I feel things i have no right to feel. I look for things where there are none. I ruin a good thing with my touch alone. what am I?

Answer:
Hell if I know.