AS i sit here looking out the window, wondering why the streetlamps out side seem so blurry, even though no.. it's not raining.
yet.. i've taken my eyedrops for the seasonal allegies.. but yet.. it's still blurry outside. i wipe the moisture from my yes yet.. it keeps
reurning on it's on.the occasional tick tock from the clock seemingly drives me crazy.for no reason of it's on, yet it does.I sit here here thinking that now, after all this time on fu.. i have made a mistake.i have allowed people in my life,where i know i know i am a loner, & enjoy the solitude of the night.. the comfort of being who i am, without anyone knowing who i really am. but.. this night, i come to realize..
i miss aperson here that doesn't even know i exist. she goes by the name of badcrumble. she doesn't ask for bling.. points, or anything. she doesn't try to standout, yet.. she's outstanding..
i realize i love joking around with nearly everyone. loved by some, hated by many. there are those that really are family to me here on fu..
butas i write this for my own release.. i do so because she said i need to be myself sometimes. tonight.. i am.. miss you mrs.b