today i reveiwed all these old parts of who i am. these blogs and pictures and such, my first tiem on a computer in months really. it seemed so important to m at the time, but i've grown, almost backwards. the boy i was pissed off at over a year ago, is still my boyfriend, i never thought that would happen. thats only one thing, probably the least important, and one i will not feel is so significant a year from now as i read this old information about me.

learning to say i love you takes a lot longer than we allow. people think it can be used generally, without meaning, simply as an emphasis, but i am learning now that thats not what it means, it shouldn't be thrown, something fragile needs to be placed, its resting place chosen, so that it doesn't fall. its hard to learn that not everyone is as honest as ones own family, and that not everyone has a deeper side, and that not everyone will learn that love starts from yourself.

i just figured out there were comments on my blogs.
damn, i am not savvy with this at all.
that,
and
i am addicted to my space heater.
i dont care that i live in california and its not even that cold outside, i need to be sitting on my space heater
to be pleased.

We hailed a taxi and shauntelle hefted my backpack into the middle seat between us. The taxi cab driver had a turban on his head unlike anything I’d ever seen except in Aladdin. When he asked us where to I didn’t understand his accent, and when aunt shauntelle replied she sounded like she was reciting a phone number, there were so many numbers in her address. 2453 62nd street apartment 7a. Wow, our trailer didn’t even have an address, we had a P.O. Box. Number 3. I think this number will be h... read more