Ever had that feeling where all you wanted to do was write, but really, couldn't get anything to come out the way you wanted? I really need to write about something, but I have no place to do it.

There's so much crap happening in my life... And I live on the surface. So, I don't tell anyone the shyt that's happening, and I just run and hide, and I joke about it if it actually happens. Honestly, I wonder if the Bertrands treated me to dinner because they knew I didn't want to go back home? Because if so, I owe them a huge hug, jsut for being so nice to me. That house really is my second home, and even if Linds hadn't been there, I think I might've stayed there for a while. Her parents are awesome, and they're not always fighting like it seems mine are. Mine don't fight all the time, but it's been more often lately, and usually it's about my bro.

He's so sweet... He threatened to beat up Jeremy because he made me cry on Friday. I managed to make him not do it, but the thought was sweet... I almost laughed when I asked him why he'd done it, and he replied, "Well, it's not every day that you come and run to me and cry, so I figured he must've been an uber ass to you." *shakes head* Thanks bro. Jeremy, we're cool, no worries.

I'm hiding. Leave my rock alone. Talk to you? Why? So you can crush me down, step on my fingers, and let me fall? Screw you. I don't need your pity, your condescending tone, or your sneering hello. I don't need your words, your kisses, your touch. But don't let me fall... Don't make me cry over you, your sneer, your harsh, cold words, your uncaring shoulder.

So now I'll hide, in the dark, and pull deeper into my shell, pull farther into myself, and keep everything in here, haunting me from the corners, surrounding me and suffocating me. And I'll sing out, one day, and I'll break away the dark hold, and you'll be gone from my mind, forever. But not today, maybe tomorrow.