Over and Over Again..

I thought you were dead and I almost started crying.

As I much as I keep saying I want nothing but to hurt you in the most painful of ways, that's not entirely true. You're already hurt, and while I want to help you, I refuse to become entangled in your web of lies, exaggeration, and drunkeness. The only way I can help you, is by doing nothing. I'm alot of things, but I'm no bully. You come with alot of problems. I'm tired of that, I'm tired of your name, I'm tired of you.

*Goes to kitchen and gets oatmeal raisin cookie*

And I hope I'm not soundin too desperate, I need love and affection..

As I lay here, I gaze up at my own personal solar system (glow-in-the-dark stars plastered all over my ceiling) and I think of how space is much like life. Life is so vast (much like space) that anything could happen at any given moment. We make thousands or choices everyday (like choosing to inhale or even choosing a mcdouble over a mcchicken) Sorry for the work references. Anyways, these actions have thousands upon thousands of equal reactions. The meat on the mcdouble could have been taken off the grill too early and the next thing you know, you have food poisoning, or as I like to say, a serious case of the "runs". Existenstialist views say that getting  food poisoning would be YOUR fault, for the decision to eat it was yours. Again, I digress.

Somewhere out there is someone waiting for me....