so easy to spludrge words onto paper with pen in markings that mean nothing to anyone but me i am crazy and unfufilled and curidsous as to how you wrdite sentances to lovers that you have would never mention tov me i am always thinking ahead about answer s that are happening even when the break of dawn comes gand you are sthe firsst thing isee in the morning i could care less about what happens to others but you coudl care less about what happens to me my emotions me ban nothing and i am always out of line you arealways asking me for things that are not what i signed up for and not what i can refflay onto anyone other than someone who is dependant on someone even theough they are not awhat they thought about nor what they believe i feel like i am wondering through the woods over and over again only to end up somewhere whehre there is nothing to help me nothing to love me nothing to tell me that it is aall going to be OK i am scare d of this i am scared of you i am scared of a furture that consits of nothing but wonder and regret i am living for now and telling myselfk that it is alwl going to be something that i had hoped for but i can not change what is what is whatis what is what is awhat is is what is is what i is