saturn1

i am slightly bothered, sort of hurt, but then i don't care, it's life right? it seems that when i'm ok w/ something, my instinct & reaction pushes me to not be ok with that thing. like i should constantly be worrying or upset about something. what the hell is that? i'm getting better though.

wait, i think i should care. i dig you.

but it's life we all get caught up. i'm prone to much worse, if it's even bad.

i'll relax. because i'm very good at relaxing. yes, very very good. i woouldn't notice if you dropped a bomb in my lap. nope, i'm that calm and relaxed. i swear.

ok enough of that.

does your dad {who quit smoking} ever lie and tell your mum that his dear, only daughter {me} gave him a pack of cigarettes? and do you ever get the feeling that your grandmother is doing voodoo on you? and sometimes when you walk down the street, do you feel like you have a t-shirt on that says 'please fucking stare at me! i like it! ooh, please, more!' ?

hrmm. i wish i knew what things are. are & is are like, two grand prizes to some shit and i can't even figure out what the game is. hmpf.