If you really knew me, you'd know I'm as shy as the sun on a cold day.
That I love chill music. The kind that puts you in some place between the sun and earth's orbit.

You would know that I'm probably shaking right now.
(If this text is behind me)
But I'm not scared. I don't know why I'm shaking.

I like chick flicks, and I'm not sorry.

You would know that I'm not afraid of the "hello's" rather the words after.
My mind goes blank.

You would know that I prefer the dark. Things are more real in there.
That I love inspiration, in all forms.

You would know that I love you guys.
I love the girl with the contagious laugh in the back corner.
I love the brown spot of comedy in the front.
I love the beautiful women that flesh out "Paris"
I love the big man that no one will ever forget.

Groups

I wish everyone could love everyone. Cliche sounding right?
But I do. High school has all these groups ie, hipsters, jocks, etc.
But I love them all. Until the individual person proves to me that they don't deserve love, at the moment I guess.

I'm your average high school student. Wake up at 7ish, get home at 230...ish. Work till 5.
But I just got my license and credit card stolen.
The cops have been after me for purchasing and importing illegal drugs across the boarder.
I am currently in Missouri sleeping in a barn house.
Phone is Dead.
No contact with any family or friends.
I've also got several drug lords tailing me with assassins.
No money.
No I.D.
I can only hitch hike my way through the country.
I salvage scraps of food from back alley restaurants.
My face is on every telephone pole in the major cities.
For importing drugs?
No.
40 people have been murdered under my name.

Blogging is hard lately. Why?

She said

"I'm happy", she said.