Touch

Touch it is a weird thing. Only a few people can live without it the few distance themselves from society due to extreme pain in any form. Some become grouchy and irritable and their names became an adjective for being hostile and grouchy. Sometimes I wonder if maybe they have the right idea about distancing themselves to avoid further pain. On the other end of the scale are the tactile people. These people love the touch of another, they love to touch and feel. These people usually become engineers. The thing is most of the tactile people love to know and be in the middle of all the commotion causing more and more pain to the people around them without noticing or not even caring.

things

So many things I would love to scream in her face
but over all it is secrets what can not be told.
If I told her that would be worse case,
so I think I'll fold

Is it worth the fight?

What is good what is bad. All it is to me as apposing thoughts. Different countries thinking themselves better than the other, fighting. Friends thinking there right and the other is wrong. yet most of these things are foolish and can be avoided by just looking at the others side seeing what they have been put up with to see there motive then see if you still need to fight the war have the argument. But what causes these different points of views? Lack of common since? curtacy? what’s the point of fighting? Nothing good comes of it does it? All that comes is farther hate as well as despair hurt and different views. ack I feel so short in my posts now.

This is a story of a girl

The morning group so fantastic for her almost awake yet all 5 people extremely funny. Her boyfriend being a lot taller then she like to hold hands arms around each other hug a lot just side by side as they talk with the rest of the group. Yet when she talks she has to look up at him craning her neck way up. The others are his entire friends ’2 guys’ one girl along with her. One of the guys is extremely girly. Except she dresses like a stereotypical guy. He is one of her best friend she can tell anything to him anything at all. They did get into an innocent awhile back thow she was being rude and arrogant and he pushed her along the wall and gave her a huge scar on her leg. But soon after they got back and became closer in words not actions then before. In truth he and the other dude in that circle are the only 2 people that know that she is bi-sexual. She loves her boyfriend so very much so much more then she would another girl but still the other girl in the group is so beautiful, funny, and cute with her short puffy, luxuriously brown hair with green eyes that she would adore to have. Both girls talk online every once in a while into the night. The girl that the other one has a crush on is strictly Jewish. Both talk about boys and their friends and sometimes even more personal stuff. She is completely strait and unawhere of her feelings for her and she thinking that this might be better for the both of them. She hasn’t told her boyfriend yet and she doesn’t feel like telling anyone but the 2 boys in her group yet because she just doesn’t know who either her boyfriend will react or the other girl. So she sits there thinking in her room every night what will happen weather to tell them or not. But tonight was different. She got fed up with all this stressing out about them what would happen. So she told them. Her boyfriend looked shocked for the longest time. Then he pushed her out of his arms and left discussed with her. So she went crying over to the other girl’s house. Crying into her arms she wept and wept. As well as hoping her response would be a lot better than her boyfriends. so she looked into her face, so smooth as perfect, ad said, "I’ve liked you for a really long time I was wondering if you wanted to be more than just friends with me." she stopped as the face on her friends face turned to shock then to hare then to discuss. As she grabbed her arm led her to the front door and shoved her out locking her door. She was standing there all alone weeping. Rejected by the 2 she loved. So as she walked home in the dark she walked in the center of the street. She walked until a red sports car with a drunk driver hit her. The color of the pain showed no blood. As she got hit not much of a bump was made as her bones cracked as the car ran over her. The car kept driving and left her poor corps to be found in the morning by others. Family grieving, but nobody else would care about her and her poor legacy of truth and coming out.

Fish...

Fish! Fish! Fish! Fish! flipping floppily fishing mother fisher fishing off the coast of that fish fishing fish fish fish!...I felt like being clean...

Worry

I worry about you. What you have told and what you haven't. It's fantastic what you tell me. Yet sometimes its a shock. I worry about you and what you do and say, but any thing you say or do you will still be one of my best friends. i would also love to learn more until it hurts then more till it doesn't.