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I would love to write some of my poetry on here but I am so afraid someone might steal it or something. Not that anyone reads this stupid journal anyways. I am in serious need of some friends. I called a friend the other day that I haven't spoken to in ten years. Not much has changed with her. It is so amazing how much things change but they stay the same. Been feeling kind of thoughtful lately, but every time I get a thought in my head I never have a pen and paper to write it down. I wish I did cause it helps make everything make sense. One thought I do remember is how we feel when people leave messes for someone else to cleanup,like when a person fixes something to eat and leaves the kitchen a mess etc. etc. This simple self-rightous act can be compared to when a person makes their life a mess and then dies and leaves it for someone else to clean up. I am going to make sure not to make my life a mess so that no one has to cleanup after me, cause they have to do it in real life already.Tee Hee. I think I am gonna teach myself how to write calligraphy again. I need to do something to occupy my insanity for a while. Then I may take some more bellydancing classes to stir it all up. Yah, sounds pretty good me thinks.