this night feels empty, kinda like that bottel in your clenched fist.

slight insomniac.
fight to bring my thoughts back.

there. ready.

i have this feeling that my life isn't going to turn out the way i want it to. maybe its my fear of the future, the fear that i dont have one. but, this is something i can control. something i cant be afraid of.

wow. first blog, and im already getting emotional...
this should be great fun :)