tell me something I don't know

David Hockney is amazing.

I like his irony.

I'm cold. Listening to Simon and Garfunkel. I keep thinking how I should listen to more of the music I used to listen to. Then I remember that I do.
I find it annoying when people talk about you to someone else in front of you, but pretend it's not you they're talking about.

I'll be glad to run away, if given the opportunity.
I just have to be more sociable.

It's not like I'm going to tell anyone about it though.
I know they'll laugh.
And who cares?


I do.

Does it upset me?

Not really. But you do.

I wish a million things.
I wish stories were more like how reality is - that way we'd be happy...most of the time.

I want an imagination. Not that I don't already have one.
But if I could remove all past imaginations, then it would be easier to be newly imaginative.
{My heart's not in the right place and I can't help it}

Give up.

I wish I wrote everywhere I go. Or I had a computer which would take the thoughts out of my head and write them down and save them. I have difficulty remembering the things I've thought by the time I get the opportunity to write them down.

I love Switchfoot.

I'm becoming agnostic.

I wish I could find my footing and my faith.

I want it back.

Please?