Below are the 5 most recent journal entries.

	2007.01.31  21.29 http://www.flickr.com/photos/windupbirds/ Music: hey mama wolf

	2007.01.06  09.55 Clear. Good morning

	2007.01.05  22.53 Well, Goodnight

	2006.12.26  10.20 juts strugglin My home is really warm from the fireplace and I keep writing letters to people. I'm never gonna send them, but they are just there. It's just.. I don't know.. sometimes people and characters get stuck in my head easily like they've just escaped from the pages of books or mental hospitals. I'm so sick of our daily routines. I'm sick of school. I'm sick of my family. And all I want right now is a hot chocolate with soy milk. I've always been the independant one in my family. I can prove to you I'm telling the truth because my life line and my heart line on my palms are connected, and were connected since birth. But with some people it's like where do you end and where do I begin. According the Finding Neem, sea tutrles live to be 150 years old. Now Im not judging here, but that's a long time. I wonder what Ms. Press's husband looks like naked. The doctors say bones will take 3 weeks to mend. You know that cuts and bruises will heal in about 3 days. But what happens when you're all broken up inside. Only one person knows. Never underestimate the power of the birds downstairs. You never know when they'll get hungry. Sometimes I'd like to look at our world in a bird's eye view, or perhaps a sea tutrles, and count how many people we would see feeling love. Someone once said to me "The Beatles say 'can't by me love', but really, if love were for sale, would we buy it?" I'm not 100%, 10% or even 1% sure. But all I know is that when we finally grow up, start careers, get married, and have babies, I'll still think about the first time we talked. I can still hear your voice on repeat and I'll never forget it. And you'll remember that the old Chinese woman that lives on your block was always right, your junk drawer is the only real thing that reflects you, and those people who mistaked us for being a couple. But no, this is not the end of pain for me. Pain can bother me in the Ghetto or by the coffee shop next door. Without love there would be no pain.. yet love is the way we get by. I am writing this letter to you and will finally decide to send it.. someday when it's ready to be signed, sealed, and delivered for us to grow together. Because we have no limit.. like an unanswered question.. a book with no ending. So do me a favor, take this money and my thoughts to you, and go buy yourself something pretty. Maybe like.. a car or something. I don't know I am incredibly stoned at 9 in the morning. ps i went over 424 text messages llats month pps i got a dog for christmas! ppps no i didnt Music: cut chemist

	2006.09.13  20.18 those are apples ( mom's work ) please tell me something anonymously, anything you want Mood: mad Music: buena vista social club