Great Day

I was forward with someone today and I rode my bike. I cared for a friend, who needed a friend and I had some good Chi Burg at Hinnie Brothers. It was awsome. Now I'm wondering around on the internet, for no real purpose, seeing as no one I want to talk to is online (or talking to me) and listening to Pink Floyde's Dark Side of the Moon. Yup. I feel good.

I even showerd this weekend. Nice and clean. Oh and I've officially moved into Aimée's house (not really. I just left a toothbrush there). I have no life. I love food. I love sleep. Yay for good people and fun music.

What a great day.

The truth is

I Love my body...but nobody knows who I am.

I wish I could buy back the woman you stole

The sun in blocked behind many rain clouds. The water falls and breaks through my sking, seaping into the very core of my being. Walking outside is not a fond experience at this moment.

All day, all I could think is, "And what's the point?". Do you know how empty that makes me feel? There were kids from Isreal and they felt that they were making a difference, when in reality, they did not really know why they were there. They avoided the meaningful questions and talked in circles.

I feel hollow and filled at the same time.

I want to go out and drive. I feel like I need to. Driving in the rain. Sounds more intreaging than feeling my soul soaking up acid filled water.

I wish I could say more life changing things. I wish that I could realy convey how I felt. And I wish that my mom and I had more in common. To bad. It could have been a beautiful relationship.