i write here. on oasis. for two reasons.
i never have paper and i got tired of fishing paper chuncks out of my jeans after they'd been washed.
i don't need pity after a sad poem.
i don't need an ear willing to listen to my sorrows.
i know where to find that when needed. it's called a therapist. her name is michelle.
I'm solid and grounded in the knowledge of who I am and where I come from.
I don't need to make friends with somebody across the country.
It might not seem like it but i'm not trying to be a bitch. I'm just a little...miffed and annoyed.