My baby is breathing finally! Her name is Helen. My dad is currently at the helm as I film. Took us about an hour to get her to turn over. Only had one carburetor fire.
The more I look at it, the more I like the first one. Too bad I had to start over.
Speak, you must…
You should…
Speak, It’s hard to start, I know
The wieght of a thousand thoughts shall be lifted.
Speak, it helps.
Not only thought buts feelings it can heal.
Speak, but don’t choose just anyone
Now is a good time.
Speak, it will help
SPEAK! ALREADY
DAMN IT SPEAK!
Dec. 1, 2008
I dont wanna be your crutch,
I dont wanna be your savior.
So get out of my life,
Please do me this favor.
This empty void, I have been wanting to fill for some time.
Lately though, I have been to preoccupied to notice the void. It’s the lonely nights when I sit and dick around on the internet when I start to think…about what exactly I’m missing.
There just is a void. It also that feeling of emptiness. One of which I can’t describe. I’m not depressed or sad or angry at anything, but it lingers around…pestering me.
The more time I spend on other things and the thought is away from mind, the more I notice that lack of something true to me.
I’m not really sure if its that lack of being in a loving relationship, which has been 2 years since my last one, or if it’s more than that.
It sucks. As much as I can hang out and talk to friends, as much as I can work, as much as I can drink and get drunk. When I sit to my self and think, that like empty feeling grows.
This girl I know has more class then you got in your pinky.