Friday, January 7, 2011


   I want to be happy. I feel sometimes like the world is beating me down. Like whack a mole, everytime it seems that I am rising up, a big hammer knocks me back down into my place.  My place, the dark area I have always called home. Someday I may be able to rise up.

1 comment:

Sinner said...

Wow! I am not the only one! So when can we hang out in your hole?