let me see, it seems like a good time for a journal. a journal is suposed to be a question of sorts that one can not figure out for the day or week or year, right? or a thought.. (we will get there)why is it He is always so willing to be rid of me?that is the question.why is it love is truly so blind?and then as always what is truly the point?You would think the point would be happiness or love perhaps money or things. when is it the fact that you love some one so much you are willing to sacrfice happiness to be with them? something long lasting and undeniable for something that you would think lasting and inpetrible. then there it all go out the ever loving window. "OVER WHAT?!?" you might ask? simply put a piece of ass..
