before ANYthing else slips out of my mouth, I'm saying I don't expect people to sympathize nor do I want them too.

but I'm also saying that if anything I ever wrote came from my heart and not my brain, this is the penncile of it. nothing was exagerated (though I did try for litterary flair). I can't stand the fact that really wrote this though. it's coming to my attention that displaying emotion is ironicly discomferting for me,a self-assumed poet... seems like a sculper who never wants dirty hands.

if you read this and think "BWAAA" your right, it is, and well summerized.

on a closing note; I've come to understand the basic diffreence between regret and lamentation. now I have to go wash this taste out of my mouth