Its been a long time, and since then some of my friends from here are gone. Its a shame. Lots has happened in my personal life and I've borne up well despite the drama. I grow older....yet I don't feel wiser. I can't remember things as much and I feel my creative juices are just near the surface yet for some reason I'm suppressing them despite the joy they bring me. Perhaps its the fear that I am not good enough, or maybe the fear that I'm mediocre.
Fact is, unless you're screwable, who'd want you anyway, right?
Thing is, I love myself. I know I'm a good person. I can be a brat, cheeky, selfish, annoying, cloying, devilish, giving