Explosion.

So, for those of you who were not aware of this being a horrible time of year for me, now you know. November 29 is a bad day in my past. In 2002 it was on a Friday. In 2004 it was on a rainy Monday. It also, ironically, happens to be one of my best friend Laurel's birthday. One of my other best friends died on that day, Scott Baker, in 2004. What happened on Nov. 29th in 2002 I'd rather leave unknown. Some people know. Some people do not. I'd rather them not. I'm not sure if i believe in bad luck or not, but I know this day is notttttttttt for me. Last night I really missed Scottie. Cried for the first time in a long time. I just realized some things never change. They cannot change. I cannot go back. I am okay most of the time. I have perfected the art of thinking. Atleast, the way I think. I can avoid thinking about anything I want. With the exception of one thing. I realized not even an hour ago, thats not something to always be proud of. Holding things in. Hiding. I'm a very happy, giddy, hyper, happy-go-lucky kind of person. We all have our ghosts though. I have a whole lot of anger within this tiny little body. I need a hobby. knitting. Yeah, I think i'll pick up on that. Well i'm off to play in this town I want out of so bad. January i'm moving to Austin,Texas & I cannot wait.