My Bear.

Ms. Ditto.

This boy has stolen my heart.

He's going to kill me now.

Is anybody going to listen to my story?.

Science fiction, Double feature picture showwwwwwwwww.

I want to knowww.

Home.

Alabama, Arkansas,

I do love my Ma and Pa,

Not the way i do love you.

Holey moley, me oh my,

you're the apple of my eye,

Boy i've never loved one like you.

Man oh man you're my best friend,

I scream it to the nothingness,

there ain't nothing i need.

Well, hot and heavy, pumkin pie,

Chocolate candy, jesus christ,

Ain't nothing please me more than you.

Ahhh Home, Let me come home,

home is wherever i'm with you.

I like the way you walk, i like the way you talk.

SAY THAT YOU'LL BE MINE, BABY ALL THE TIME.

Anyways now that i got CCR off my chest, on to other unimportant matters of my life.

People suck, big time.

"What's a simile?"

"Oh, Bro i'm going to get drunk this weekend. Got me 3 bottles of wine *i'm so cool hurr durr*"

"I'm going to this party in the weekend, and this really hot guy is going to be there. But the bathroom is joined so i can't have sex with him there"

"Amy's a really shit driver because she drives slower than the limit, she never speeds"

Firstly, go back to primary and maybe pay attention.

Drinking doesn't make you cool, it just makes you an idiot that is paying to act stupid.

Close your legs, and get some morals.

Being able to speed DOES NOT make you a good driver, it makes you a blinking idiot who will (hopefully) crash.

Get some sense, idiots.

I've made up my mind, I'll stay down here until i'm somebody else.

"I wonder if i've been changed in the night?. Let me think: was i the same when i got up this morning?. I almost think i can remember feeling a little different. But if i'm not the same, the next question is then who in the world am i?"

People change all the time, it's in our nature. Sometimes they change for better and sometimes for worse. Why this is, i don't know. For our whole lives we try to seek out our true identity, And constantly change what we do, who we listen to and what we wear to find this mysterious identity of ours. Question is, do we really ever find out who we truly are?. Yes?, No?.

I'd like to hope we all do, but i think that the fun part is the journey towards finidng our identity and maybe that it doesn't really matter so much as to who we are right now.

I don't know who i am now,

I'm not ready to find out yet.

But i'll have fun finding out.