i flee ...

... from the burning room which is my past.


it's picking up speed as it tears through my living room, my parent's bedroom and my sisters. it crackles and roars as it takes out the bathroom and the kitchen and then the sanctuary that is my room.


the room where i've spend wayyyyyyy too many nights awake trying to figure out my life. trying to figure out what it is exactly that's important to me - that i want to do.


there really wasn't anythign that i could ever think of.


i'd always just fall asleep.





then one day i wake up.


and here i am.


i've come to the wonderfullu uplifting and satusfying comclusion that i need to get over the past.


there's no more room to run.





no more ang and no more wilson.





NO MORE. please?





- no more signs - i need divine intervention for this one.


i mean foreals - stop teasing me God. I dont want it becuase i'd rather not have him dangling in my face .


- no more procrastinating ... yeah, no, i REALLY need to follow through on this one!


- no more yoyo diets. take a look in the mirror woman .. have they worked?


... no ....


well then there's your CLUE.


- no more self-pitying.

it's not attractive.

... or is it? ...

no, no it's not.

- find a job.

!!!!!!! must.

- stop wasting time on Facebook

LMAO, good one.

- get off this thing now and go do your readings..


'Til next time!