a crow left of the murder, every piece contains a map of it all
Yesterday, I started to feel like I'm losing control. I've been talking to myself for the past few weeks, because with no one around ever, you need to vent out something. And it's going to stay like this for a whole two months or so more. I try to get out, by going to Best Buy or somewhere like that, but I have grown so away from others in the past weeks, in a sense that, I have become this reclusive person. I could not enjoy myself this Easter, being with a whole other family, not one of them even closely knows who I am. I got to thinking today, What would the old me do in a situation like this, being alone and fending for yourself? I came to a conclusion that he would have probably pissed and moaned and would have no idea what to do. I'm thankful that I killed that character off back in '03. In Closing, I been real thankful for this time just by myself, without having to put on a fucking face for someone. Now, I'm going to go listen to Green Day 'Dookie' and marvel in how much this album speaks to my life, even since I bought it back in '97, my first cd ever. Later...