Monday, August 07, 2006

details come in small incriments and large scars

It's funny how even a hundred miles away, you can make me feel happy, even when the persons closer to you can make me want to kill someone. All I have anymore is this little thing, I like to call my therapists. Finally I am going to write something worthwhile, and nothing can get in my way now, not who I thought were my friends, not the people I trusted, not even school. And in the end, it will me in the spotlight, not them, and maybe I will get my own shine for once...a little like you. Thanks.