there comes this time when we all will inevitably hurt the ones we love. It's not that we want to, or intend to; sometimes it just happens. It is almost as constant as death and taxes. But as sit here and write this I can't think of anyone who would read save me. It's not like anyone is actualy looking up my profile to see what it is that is going on in my life. So some might ask, ' why do you write then, if no one is there to read it?' I don't know honestly. Perhaps it's just a way of venting, so that we don't go from cubicle to cubicle pumping round after round from a armalite ar15 carnbine into unsuspecting coworkers. haha......................................................................................................
willow:
Hey! Thanks for the sweet comment on my set! It made me smile.