since i sick at expressing my feelings in words i shall express them in letters
well first of all i would like to inform who ever is reading this, this came from scratch. no rough drafts. i believe in no such things.
so here goes
i want to get away
to a land far away from home, but yet so close to home
theres no utopia and no use for one but would be nice to have one
i want to travel the world in many rates, i would like to see every city of every country, state, region.
i have knots in my hair like i have knots in life
there is no perfection, but everyone is perfect
fat, thin, short, tall
theres always a complain
times the ones i thought love me have reffered me as a cold heartless person
theres times i infact wished i'd kill but i dont wish i did
im not a person of pride but a person of wrath,
vonuntary work seems to take too much of my time but i like and hate it
i wish i could laugh and pretend theres no problems, i do, but the feeling seems to be evanescent
the hours i spend crying does not relieve the inner pain and sorrow,
the hours i spend trying makes me feel more at a lower level
i believe there is no reason to try but to try to try