Fork in the Road
          Walking along a dusty road, my white sneakers are kicking more and more dirt as I drag on. The whitness becomes dirty, but I don't care... It's hot and sunny, burning my immortal soul of torment. A scene as if it werew out of "Of Mice and Men".
          It's a sense of deep loneliness, the feeling that I'll never find her again. Already I've waited so long and traveled so far, but now I must wait even longer. As I travel further down the road I see a cherry blossom. Surrounded by dead, dried-up trees, and shurbs that are lifeless, it glows with a radiant white and pink.
         As I look down at the ground, the road splits in two directions. The road that the cherry blossom is on is bumpy, full of pot holes, and just looks like it went through hell and back. But the other road is smooth and a house is just visible in the distance. A family is having a barbeque outside, the fresh sent fills my nose, and I feel hungrier.
         Which way do I choose? Is this but a challenge sent forth by the lord himself? Thoughts florish, questions left un-answered. In order to take the path of the cherry blossom I mus work harder, already feeling the sweat drizzle down my forehead. Or the easy road... flat and calm as a slow moving river of lust?
         Choosing the way of the cherry blossom is my choice. For this is a dirt road of life, and if it means taking the bumpier way just so I can meet my lost love once more time... then my life wouldn't be a wasted one. All I want .... is one more....

Stop the Laughing!!!
         Laughing... luaghing about me, laughing about her. Laughing at the fact that we're still together. I deal with an extreme number of crap from other people, that I thought that my friend could have atleast been there for me. But no. It's like they don't understand what it's like having a girlfriend oversees, so all they can do is laugh. Why? Why do they laugh with such intensity? Why is it that even the littlest giggle makes my heart ache? I don't care about what they think, I don't care about why they're laughing.... I'm fighting this hurt and blurry memories while they're sitting around dreaming of people they'll never get! But I still don't laugh, all I feel is anger. STOP LAUGHING!!! Get something better to do than talk crap to me all day! I'm sick of it! The rootten odar that your carelessness gives off makes me gag! Get a life, cuss I'm tired of waiting for you to grow up!

These are two entries from my journal. I wrote these a few months ago... I doubt anybody will read them.