ahhhh!

I am really starting to enjoy this thing.

I just got out of work, another slow night, shared with stupid fucking customers who don't know how to tip, and possibly one of the dumbest mexicans, no fuck that, dumbest humans alive. I am glad work is over for the night. I have nothing to look forward to except homework and studying for the evening. I guess it could always be worse.

I feel like writing a poem, but what else is new.

butttt, I will leave you with one I wrote the other night, which I am quite fond of.

so here it is, to whoever will actually read it, enjoy.

I am recollecting my thoughts that have been spilt over this stained white canvas
Splattered here, in every color of the spectrum, left for the world to pick apart.
Jumbled thoughts of who, why and where fill my brain.
Who am I?
Why am I here?
Where am I going?
These questions so simple, yet so complex.
If only I had an answer for them, I would be a lot better off.
I am puzzled.
I can feel the jigsaw molding and shaping each piece of my life.
Each fitting subsequently into one another.
The box is labeled 1000 pieces
1000 pieces of love, hate and utter destruction
One thousand pieces of my life
Being put together before my eyes

Until next time.