Oct 08, 2006 17:20
jagged
rough
barbed
coarse
metaphorically non-chalant.
ive decided not to talk to him anymore.
why?
he's oblivious to my existance, so why not?
no i haven't lost it.
im just tired.
gramma's out of the hospital...for now.
she's got Alot of morphine.
Alot...
i feel like my life is at a standstill.
everyone else is zooming around me...
and im left back here....
forgotten about
i need to find a new outlet...
new people
new places.
more money to do these things...
i wanna write a book
i have no paper
i wanna start taking classes again
i don't have the money
michelle told me to write a cook book
she says she thinks i could make millions....
im scared of the future, i have so many doors open to me, always have
what if i go through the wrong one?
getting back up after you fall is easier said that done.
i thought id be dead by now
burried and forgotten
not stuck wondering what do to
i don't know if im good enough at anything to make a career out of it.
i don't know.
i just don't.