i don't know if i'm talking to myself...
i think im talking to myself
alright.

a poem:
white daises sitting by my windowsill...

the flowers bloom
their scent filling my room
it stings my eyes
makes me want to cry...  what a beautiful sight

i suffocate
underneath the weight 
of ten thousand daises

reaching for a distant fate..

highschool...

it was a breeze

alright kids
kids
those who i grew up with and those who i just recently met
you inspire my life.

today my soul is breathing 
i can feel it

"...threw myself on fires for you
lived my life in ruins for you
   and for all your secrets kept
they squashed the blossom

now the blossom's dead"
-love

...boys

ever notice how things always get better?

facebook has a hold on me... 
but for compensation's sake
live journal has a more personal feel to it
... bassically, i am boared... well. i wish i was.
i dunno

"when you realize that you are a character in someone else's dream
that is when you have reached self awareness"

peace faith

january  =  taking depression into new highs...     lows

today over 30 million people in atleast 20 countries
remain at constant
risk of death
and
live in poverty
because
of ongoing millitary activities
near their homes and villages

 im
      having 
                 issues
                                   with myself

late late
very important date
no time    to say
hello

goodbye....