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6:00 p.m. - 2004-05-09 Scrape the inside of My skull with a rock and empty it onto the floor...Happy mothers day. I emtied an old refrigerator we have of its contents as the damn thing isnt orking right anymore. The freon needs to be recharged and we couldnt be bothered. It was circulating hot, stale air and mildew and mold. It wasnt pretty. I gagged twice. One of the primary thoughts running through My head last night, and today....has been how many people fail to see the entire picture I paint for them. How many people would turn their backs if they even knew who I was despite the good things I do. But Ive accepted there will be losses as Ilive. I shouldnt regret them. I did what I could to tell the truth.... I hate getting My guts ripped out. All it takes is "seeing" something I didnt want to see. Usually out of My control but no less potent I feel everything. And I torture Myself with it, as usual. Some things never change....
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