I haven't told many people about you...but you still make me cry. I don't wonder where you are. I don't want to know. America has pushed you out of me. You must be a spring. If I had a way I would probably choose to have never known you. That way, I wouldn't have to feel so bad about not feeling bad. I can't reconcile you between Me and me; ( Read more... )

Clicky Clicky why the Dog ( Read more... )

I never write in this thing, and as much as I have tried to convince myself to ignore all the political hoopla that is going on, I just couldn’t. I found myself thinking about the issues, as well as researching the candidates and whether either of them is worth voting for, and I think I am nearing a decision on this whole Bush vs. Kerry thing (and ( Read more... )

2:00 a.m ( Read more... )

so this is my first post. it's kind of interesting to think that i am sitting here behind my computer, writing. i start to think about what i am doing, and why? let me explain ( Read more... )