"I touched the world, felt the sun. I know the best is yet to come undone" It's a good song me thinks. I'm still in my pj's I look like shit, and feel like it too. I've been struck with a monthly reminder that I am in fact a woman. I used to talk. A lot, all the time. Had something to say once. Now, I'm quiet most of the conversation. Sure I write a ton, on average according to the word count at least 425 words. When you read it, it doesnt seem like that much. I like pants, I dont wear shorts often. Listening to "just in case" by static x. If you can understand the lyrics, I've been in a situation close to what's being descibed. I got out of it thankfully. It's good to know I had at least enough sense then to realize what was happening. I dont like being used, seems to happen a lot. I'm too forgiving, too willing to help. I've lost a part of myself somewhere. I wasnt always so...easy(cant think of a better word) not easy in the sense of I'll fuck anybody becuase I wont. I'm picky. This is all pointless rambling. I'm sure someone will read too much into it. I'm frustrated. I'm annoyed. Confused. Lost. I hate this mood I'm in. I dont like complaining but it seems to be all I do. So I just shut down and stop. 245 words. I wear glasses. I like them a lot. They're cute. I've had the "sexy secretary" comment more than once and I dont get it. I dont see it. I'm too impatient when it comes to talking to you again. Time takes too long. I want to go swimming, be weightless. I miss the dark. I'm shutting up.