Every second brings with it another reason to shed another tear. Perhaps my sorrow is more than yours or perhaps it's less all i can be sure of is that life and sorrow stroll hand in hand along a windy coast. i know not of a hard days labour  or of life in a war-torn country but i know of pain and i know what it means to be alone. This world, so full of confusion and hurt, so many reason to cry, has gone insane.

i watch the news and ask "is it so wrong of me to hate this world?"



well that was depressing... i'm not always like that i swear! i love to hear your opinions good or bad and i always appreciate some constructive criticism! unless i'm in a bad mood... but i promise not to be mean and to come re-read your criticism when i'm NOT in a bad mood =p