--Because, Stuff--

There are days such as this when I'm reminded that I am such a bad person. After three weird phone conversations and a lecture from my mom. I came to the conclusion that there has to be a law against what I'm doing. It's like I've been living in some corny ass soap opera for about three or four months now. And finally the plot line is thining down, the soap is about to fix one problem and start another. Are you at the edge of you're seat now? Good.

I told pokey about my problem, he doesn't think I'm bad. Although I feel dirty, and wrong, like someone should kill me. I'm sick of dealing with this problem, though I'm afraid to take it on, head first. I've never really dealt with things like this, they always used to fix themselves. And the more I put up with this the more and more I feel like I don't deserve to be happy. Because I'm a jerk - off.

Life sucks because you read this,
Megan "N UR I" Harris