so time has escaped me once again. it's late, it's early...all that counts is the number of hours til it's time to start all over again.
sometimes i feel so bored and caged in i could spontaneously combust or burst into a million pieces. but i never do. just when i'm about to lose it, something always saves me. or someone does.
something about me: when i'm crazy about something, i'm really crazy about it. when i find things that are beautiful, i surround myself with them. when i find sounds that lift me, i never stop listening. when i find someone i like, i want to tell them constantly how wonderful they are, how special and rare it is to find someone worth liking.
very rare, indeed.
