Some man over the computer told me that I was going to go to hell. Maybe I will. A friend told me that when I grow up I'm going to live happily alone with 200 cats . He's probably right. I just hope that I'm still wearing chucks and that my hair turns as silver as my grandmother's and that I still can dance in the dew.
Time is such a silly thing.
And it could all change tommarow when my blinds spilt the morning rays for my fresh eyes. My eyes will always be fresh.