Happy and Cute

Hello everyone,

I thought I'd start with something cute and happy.

My good friend who shall remain un-named wrote me a poem. Nothing too fancy, just on myspace. It probably doesn't mean anything to her, but to me it does. I've had a lot of friend, some who I called best friends, tell me they loved me and will always be there for me. They wrote me poems and cards telling me how much they cared and that they will always be there for me to help me through anything. Rain or shine they said. 

They lied to me. They didn't stick it out with me. They left me on the floor crying and trying to find the pieces that were smashed around me. It took me what seemed like centuries to find even the larger and more obvious parts of me. I guess she has the right to leave me. I was going through a storm, with lightning and hail too. She never mentioned that.

Now that I'm almost half whole I see people in a different way. That is why what this girl did for me meant so much. Because I can see her. The real her. 

Wow! So much for happy and cute. The poem is though.

I love you.

And your blogging.

And your smooth hair.

And your dirty mind.

And your inappropriate touching.

And your brain! I LOVE YOUR BRAIN!

Yes. It really says what you think it says... =]

I will soon write more about Jessica. It doesn't mesh well with this blog. This is what I was originally was meant to write about. That worked out well for me.

Good night to you all. 

-AntidoteForTheViolentHills