Jan 24, 2004 21:29
So it all comes back around to coming apart again...
When crocodiles cry, it must mean the end of the world.
I miss having some one knowing everything I am saying and its meaning. Love having that much in common with some one. Even the simple things matter. Simple things make up the more complex. How are you going to solve for x if you don't know your damn numbers? Crissy is living it rich. She has her friends there when I am not. Very close group those three I would say. I guess I am envious a little. Ok, more than a little...Crissy and Kirby are very "tight" as home boys would say. Crissy calls Kirby her sister and probably the other way round as well. Heh...Maybe I am just envoius over...I don't know. I might not be at all. I guess I just wish that I have something they those two do. She always goes to Kirby when things between us are screwed up at the moment for comfort but I don't have any body. I guess things are quite lonely here without Crissy. Of course there are the people who I consider my friends but I see no common bonds.
Peter the Apostle is the Anti-Christ! He was crucified up side down!
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