"Happiness is only the few moments in life where memories are formed." And the rest is SHIT.
This is me at work. Cucible heaven.. IREP.
So, I refuse to use myspace and this was my journal when I was around 15 or 16 and due to not wanting the whole entire world knowing what I have to say I figured I could hide here. If you found this and you know me, good job. Let me know who you are and I might send you something in the mail. I don't have the internet at my house in Pittsburgh but my mom does, so whenever I'm down in the big F-MONT, Wv is when I will be updating.