a little more to the right god, i don't feel it quite yet...
i always question why things are the way they are. why is it that i always get smacked in the face...taunted, reminded, told over and over again that i can't have this thing that i want. shelley and i were talking at the diner tonight and you-know-who's rents walk in. and sit right behind us, so that i have to look at them. so that i have to look at this dad looking at me. why, when i find something that complements me, does it have to disappear? i didn't even get a goodbye. nothing. well, i wouldn't say nothing...it was a "you don't exist to me"....the nothing that i got.