i managed to edit my first entry at least five times. i still can't get this to paragraph. ...eventually. I have a long list of eventuallys. I hope to accomplish at least one.

death becomes me. if you think you know me you "understand" me having more than one topic going.

is it too much to want a relationship? or to...? I complain a lot. i revel in my patheticness. humans are so sad. to have a relationship is on my list of eventuallys. the only goal i have is to complete that list. never more never less.

I daydream a lot. "in her own little world" is my label. that's ok. I thrive on imagination. it's my spice o life. it also makes me a flake. if i could only reach superficial. what a rank. vain. drama queen. i love beauty and theater. exaggerating is something i am working on. stories, love stories. indulging in my senses. it's too bad i have such a wide range of like. a lot of what i like noone around me can stand. weak sense of smell.

i need to get off here and let some net.addict get a quick fix.