Sunday, May 14th 2006

10:17 pm

Alone in a camper full of beer. Without no book to read.
I am starving for knowledge that only books can bring.
I have plenty of nicotine. But half the habits gets me no where.

Been seeing this one for about 5 months now.
Everytime he chats to and old friend of his he becomes a dick to me.
Everytimes he talks to them its like I don't exsist.
Everytime he talkes to them some one always wants to start shit.

They were there first. I can understand that. Im just venting out some built up aggravation. I won't bring this out to him. Because its stupid. Theres no one on here I can talk to unless I go to a chat room and then that is just pointless.

I feel I am being reclusive. I worry to much and read to much in to things and I keep it all inside. Then it keeps eating at me. Until it consumes me. I can't let it out aloud. So I'll type it all here. That way everyone will know that I am dealing with my self.

it don't get much better than this.

I use to use this kind of stuff as a muse. But now I just get writers block...I've become consumed and I don't know how to use it. I can find a reason to ignore these little tidbits that erck me. I just ignore them.