Sometimes I wonder why people do it, and often at times, I wonder why the ******** I do it, oh and why people can't count. >> Just kidding. So yeah, it was weird today I realized more or less the nature of my relationship with my mom. It's kind of like two bipolar kids. We go from extreme levels of anger, to haha woo that was fun kind of crap. Yeah, for some reason I get the impression that I make people feel like I'm distancing myself from them. Which in a way I am, but it's hard to tell people what's going on, when most of the time you yourself don't even understand. Oh well, for now I leave you with this thought.
"Happy peanuts sore, over choclate covered mountain tops and waterfalls of caramel. Prancing nougat in the meadow sings a song of satisfaction to the world."
· Mon Jul 24, 2006 @ 03:48am · 2 Comments