fuckng facades.

aren't there people in your life that you regraet ever talking to in your life? or for that mater, ever talking to again in your life?

there sure are in mine.

one in aprticular. full of crap, that one is.

why do we continue to punish ourselves in such a manner, when much better choices and things are out there for us?

[yep, i'm on drugs and alcohol for all you d.a.r.e. advocates out there.]

fyi. just curious.

someone fill me in. or, even better question, why are people full of crap in the first place? why can't people just fuckin deal and say what they mean and have it be the truth, or say what they mean and have them NOT change their minds in 3.2 seconds? "uhh... uhh... no, it's not like that." oh. alright. whatever you say. whatever helps you sleep at night. let's all pretend. the bridge to fucking terabithia. next thing you know, i'll be your queen. but wait. i was maybe for a second or two.

yep. i'll proabably delete this tomorrow, so if you're reading it, feel lucky.

if you need me, i'll be sleeping.



[for the next forever.]