When do you learn where to stop? How do you know when it's the perfect time to cut loose? 2 of many questions that float thru my head on a gloomy evening in Aviano, Italy. I've been questioning my goals and my dreams all week with this rap sh1t. DeeDee is in the room right now, yet I'm still not sure where I want to go. i don't even think she is all knowing in where she wants to go. It's a struggle that I'll fight the rest of the night. I couldn't imagine a world in which I didn't have an impact with words. At the same time, I watch it everyday. I remember a few posts ago I mentioned Responsibility. That word creeps ever closer to me by the day. Am I readt to be responsible for another human being? Let alone two human beings.

And now we "Michael Jackson's complexion...lighten up" the mood.

I didn't make this blog to complain about this life I call a life, nor did I make it to boast and brag. All in all, I am just a normal person with strange tendencies. So with that said, I want to change my last name to so-and-so. lol. Then I would be the prime example for any situation involving what another person said. I am the default. "Well I heard so-and-so say this". That's when you pop up outta nowhere behind em and say no you didn't, and run away.

Okay enough of that. Back to Michael Blackson.

I've been fu**ing up alot lately. It could be nervousness, but I'm not sure. Pause.

As I watch her listen to her ipod, she looks unhappy. And no matter what I do, she is going to be unhappy the whole night. Maybe I should get off here and attempt to make it better. Until next time..


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P.S. Tonight will suck. I could lose it all.