Rarely Witty Sometimes Crazy Always Moody Just Me. Still glad we made it. You can be greater than anything that can happen to you. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dreams, for the adventure of being alive.

Tuesday, September 22, 2009. Will tell who softly asks in love,. Am i separated from your body smile brain hands merely. To become the jumping puppets of a dream? Entirely having in my careful how. Careful arms created this at length. When i have kissed you into a memory. That since and if you disappear.

With every stitch, I observe my hands. They are hands that prepare. That make better, and that wipe away tears. Hands that correct, that protect. Hands that grasp, and also that let go. Tuesday, October 20, 2009.

Friday, June 22, 2012. Change- in the wrong direction. Even when Jimmy died and it had been 6 or 7 months, I wanted Ally back. I had no clue what I was talking about. How presumptuous I had been. I say that to her? How dare I think for even a second that I could empathize with her? Posted by she just wants to be. Saturday, February 11, 2012.

Saturday, December 31, 2011. I think I can be okay at starting things, but finishing them is another story. Right now, I feel like I really need a place to write, somewhere I can be real. I thought about starting another blog and not telling anyone about it, but this little blog is mine and I like it here. What the fuck is wrong. I mean, people besides me. Friday, July 22, 2011.