I Hate Fences
For the rare amount of you that read the entry I'm about to refer to, you remember that metaphor I used concerning me, my friends, and a fence? Yeah, well, now I think this is a fence that makes a + shape.
Oh yeah, it's getting interesting now.
My friends that were on the same side are starting to spilt off from each other, and they don't go to the other side, so... apparently, there's four sections for me to leap into, and I'm at the midpoint.
Why must life be so difficult? This isn't helping!
It doesn't help the fact since I live by a field (which means I see fences EVERY DAMN DAY) and that I see my friends almost every day, too. It reminds me that god damn it, this is getting messy.
And yippee, I'm an insomniac(sp?)! Life is grand. ^_^
Oh yeah, it's getting interesting now.
My friends that were on the same side are starting to spilt off from each other, and they don't go to the other side, so... apparently, there's four sections for me to leap into, and I'm at the midpoint.
Why must life be so difficult? This isn't helping!
It doesn't help the fact since I live by a field (which means I see fences EVERY DAMN DAY) and that I see my friends almost every day, too. It reminds me that god damn it, this is getting messy.
And yippee, I'm an insomniac(sp?)! Life is grand. ^_^