May Flowers
Wilting in the sun, all was dead, but from death new life comes. No tears need be shed.
pieces of mind
I think I am starting to fall apart. Don't worry about me; I'll be fine. I had written a couple of paragraphs expanding on my opening statement, but an evil computer shut down in the midst of my explanations and wiped out all I had written. I tried for a minute to use my wracked brain to remember what I had said, then I decided it was too depressing to go through all over again. Something about pathetic analysis, it's only fun the first time around. There was my bad ankle, and emotional instablity, and how the richer white people are the creepier they are. That's hardly anything Nobel prize worthy. I don't think this blog would ever win a Nobel prize, but there was nothing I wrote that I genuinely regret having lost. I had resolved not to do that kind of entry anymore, anyway, but there I was, examining my psyche and worrying about something I can't control. Though I guess the fact that I can't control my feelings is a reason for concern. But in the wor
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