Tuesday, May 6, 2008

oops poem

I'm afraid I have nothing constructive to say. As I sit here typing I just want to go away from all the petty problems and worries I feel, from all the contradictions and thoughts that don't heal. What good is believing if I should be leaving. What good is resisting, should I be persisting? I've heard all the lines and helpfull cliche's, but I'm afraid they're just not constructive today.
-didn't really intend a poem it just came out that way.

Oh Hey! Nitner and Beckers I am praying for your stomach. I pray for you guys like three times a week at the least. Your photo is on top of my entertainment center.