they would probbably think of me as less of a person.

i doubt they even think of me as any kind of person.






p.s. chem trails really freak me out.

every queen size bed ive slept in

has probably been had sex in.

we're spinning in space and no one seems to care.

Oh, negitive nacy.

always wanting what i can't have.

never content with what i've been "blessed" with.

im always telling myself it could be worse...

at this rate it wouldn't take much.

and this hole in my heart seems to be impossible to fill.

i can never do anything right.

...story of my life, i suppose.

this is just an interlude

...or so i tell myself.