nobody ever said it was okay to be me
see what they say sometimes is not what they mean
and though they've tried to smash the girl and her dreams
she nearly forgot everything is not as it seems
in the darkest cave
remember them over her grave
when you hurt
remember when you are digging in the dirt
i see my girls walking in steps i have taken
they say she's bold, melodramatic and 27
this woman has always known was what forsaken
although the girl had thought her soft spot was taken
surrounded by lies
remember them when you look to the sky
even in happi
Apparently oil paints and materials are very hazardous to one's health. Considering I've been painting in oils for a year now in an unventilated room, I have come to the conclusion that I will be diagnosed with cancer in the next couple of years.
Well on a lighter note, I just saved a bunch on my auto insurance :).
Well, okay, here's my first journal entry. I've never really made a journal for myself to read because I've never really felt the need to keep one. Besides, the sad nostalgic feeling would just be a cruel punishment for someone losing their mind, which I seem to be on the verge of doing.
But what the heck, I'm open to new ideas ::chuckle::. I guess this journal will be more of a release for me than anything else. This journal will serve as my personal forum of rants, complaints, and overall dislike for anything and everything. Joking.. I hope. Anyways, so starts my journal, Monday June 21, 2004.
Let the madness begin.