*iz ded* [imported from Myspace]

I wish.
I wish I was done with my anxiety attacks.
I wish I was done with my panic attacks.
I wish I was done with Depression.
I wish I was done with debt.
I wish I had a friend.
I wish I had winter shoes.

My wish hand is gonna fill up loads faster than my hand full of things I have.
My wallet will be empty for longer than my stomach.
My heart will ache worse than my head or stomach.
My scars will never heal. I will never be okay.
And when I leave this world, who will miss me?
Maybe a few of you will for a little while, maybe for a few years even, but you'll all move on and forget me. Maybe some of you will be glad that I won't be whining anymore or asking for help anymore.

sick [imported from Myspace]

I'm so sick
of hating
of being hated
of being scared
and on my own
with no one to tell me
its ok.

I'm done with this.
I'm leaving it behind me.

Oh if only I could.

...

(its not a poem, you cunt, its prose!)

"Because he said to..." -- a tribute to my male friendlies [imported from Myspace]

I'm posting a new blog entry because Mitch said to.
I'm working at PGM now because Trent said to.
I'm playing Knytt because Mitch said to.
I'm playing Flyff because Eric said to.
But More Importantly...
I wear what I do because I want to.
I eat what I eat because I want to.
I'm single, because I don't want to date.
I'm odd, because it makes me happy.
I listen to the music that I want to.
But The Most Important Thing of All Is That...
I am who I am because I know God.