i guess you just keep on walking.  i'm not sure where exactly, but i suppose i'll get there someday.  sometimes it hurts to keep on walking.  i don't really feel like plodding ahead...but i will.

i think i will blow the lid off of this thing.  i am sick of being crushed, it is my turn to destroy.  and i do not want to take this lying down.  i will look it in the eyes and spit in its' face...

so late nights are where i feel at home. i am a night owl. i love late night conversations. and late night inspiration. and late night games of online checkers. goodtimes. i must rest now...

it is late, i am getting tired.  i should sleep so that i can be productive tomorrow.  i'm so sick of wasting days away...