Sunday, October 26, 2008

1234

I have this little thing I do with numbers. No one really understands it but me. I love the consecutive 1234. They add up to a perfect 10. Wish I was a perfect ten. I miss those days of feeling like that.
Having a hard time right now, don't expect anyone to pitty me or even feel concerned. But, I feel like a bit of an Eyore from Pooh Bear stories and then also a little like Ren from Ren and Stimpy. One second I feel sorry for my psycho self and the next I feel jacked up and wired with crazy hair and bulging eyes.

Who needs drugs and alcohol when you are crazy?




2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Ten does not even begin to describe you baby... You have to have a scale to infinity.
Jeremy

Jessiblueyes said...

That is why I love you so much. You get me when I don't get myself!