Another Tavelin' Song
hadnt done this whole journal thing in a while so i thought id give it another go. everyone whos reading this pretty knows where i go to school now who i am and what i do everyday in my free time. so to tell you the truth i have no reason to write this except for the very fact that i have nothing better to do with my time. ive always wondered,how does someone make a golden gate bridge in a bottle. ive seens ships in bottles but thats a piece of cake. the golden gate bridge would be kind of tough. you have to hang cables and put in cars and wee little people jumping off to end there meaningless life. you know that 85% of the people who jump off the golden gate realize about 2/3's of the way down that everything in there life can be fixed and they have no reason to be falling to there self explainatory death.and that way is free. you know in clearwater it costs a dollar to kill yourself. thats right, the number one spot for suicide, the courtney campbell causeway, cost a dollar to walk on thus a dollar to jump off. i bet that turned away alot of bums from a beautiful view before thier death. you ever thought about how far space goes back. is it infinite or you hit an invisible wall and crash. and at that how did that space get there. i understand the big bang theory but where did everything come before that, cause as everyone knows matter cannot form from nothing. which leads you to believe there is a God. and if there is who is he and why did he create us. you find yourself on a search for the most accurate religion.you know i never realized there was a second layer of valentines chocolates in the box until i was about 12. i used to throw away that second half. thats alot chocolates i coulda ate.sadens me.well im out till next time