to all whom i have stepped on and over to get where i am going; to all whom i have hurt without knowing, or with knowing; to all whom i have severed ties with and everyone else: i am deeply regretful.

I am not regretful for what I did at the time, that would be a waste.  I do not regret the choices i made in getting where i am.  i did what i thought i had to do; if those were the right choices or not, who is to say?  i do regret hurting anyone and everyone in the execution of those choices.

i do not regret not holding my tongue, and i never will.  but i do regret not being more gentle with it.

i feel free to talk again.

i miss you all and leave my door open. 

food makes me feel ill.

there's an easy solution.

sweet!  i have xanga premium; who da man?

life is funny how it works out sometimes.  everyone is free to think down on me.  i just don't give a damn anymore.

i'm not trying to please anyone but me (i think) and i'm better this way (i feel).

to those that remain close, never change -- you're close for a reason.

sometimes it feels like a bottle holds all the answers or that a pill can solve it all

that's what makes fairytales wonderful -- the though that maybe there's some magic behind the madness.

beginning implies an end