Every Man Has a...well.. something

sometimes. i just wish i could just write songs. things would be so much easier. but regardless of what you say, not everybody can. i am one of those cursed with this inability. i'd trade anything in the world for it. well. almost anything.

blogs are stupid. how hypocritical of me right?

oh well. since when have i ever cared about what people think of me? oh wait. hypocrisy wins again

i am in love with your writing. i dont know why either. maybe its the honesty behind it? thatd make it the same reason my eyes are always drawn to yours.

(why would you write something- especially something like that- then delete and deny? its an oft-used movie line on my repertoire at this point, but people dont forget. and when you meet somebody like me.. somebody who REDEFINES stubborn... thats not leaving this memory bank anytime soon.)

i miss it. so much. i want to cry sometimes. i feel like i literally watched the last 2 years of my life on this fucking laptop. and you said it best. theres an enormous void. and i feel so

empty.

its good to know that i can share this pathetic trait of being trapped in high school with somebody else. even if you are..well... still trapped in high school. literally.

(this is the part where i apologize to my readers {how pretentious! my god!} for this inexcusable attempt at writing and creativity. for those of you that i bore easily, i recommend stumbleupon.com (jesus what a shameless plug..). it helps i swear. for those who ridicule and hate this "blog"...then dont fucking read it. for those of you who might..actually...legitimately like this.....your fucked. and maybe sick in the head. but youre forgiven. because whos to say that everything is in working order between my ears?

sometimes. i aim to disappoint.

but most of the time, i just care too much.