The ME that you get in the morning may not even be the same ME that you may get in the afternoon... but it's ME all the same.
An Introduction
July 5, 2007 I am as stubborn as a rock
And as clear as a golden misty sunset.
I am a mystery to myself.
I am fun, and I'm not emo.
Happy people have problems too.
I smile, I cry
I pretend and lie.
Sometimes I do all that
Without knowing WHY.
And I'll come to an abrupt stop
Once in a while,
And wonder
Am I making sense at all?
Or should I retrace my steps
Reconnect the dots
For once and for all?
