STOP TALKING AND MAKE YOUR FUCKING POINT!!!
This section used to be called "my morbid side" what a fucking crock of shit, eh? I've renamed it "NOTHING". The point of this is because i've made very few, very small recognitions. One, for example, is that all the writeings i had here before are SHIT. They were poorly written and quite frankly i think they were the incessant rambellings of an uneducated little girl who, at that point in time, had no life experience worth whineing about. Most importantly, They meant NOTHING. They reflected NOTHING. and i'm SO FAR AWAY from who i was then, to who i am now, that although the worthlessness of both remains, the writeings dont have to. everything that was here, isn't any more.
read into me read off of you

NOTHING
I think i'm going to turn this page into a text book of poems ive written. I'd much rather if the rediculous babbelling were at least ones that i still feel mean something to me. So look out for poetry to some degree. Fuck, i treat it like i have a fan base. If you're smart you wont come back here. If you're stupid you'll check here again around September.
nothing,
becky
Keep the wall Wet
See the wall Wet