Wahey for blogging.

I'm not very happy today. I'm going to eat food and watch DVDs.

I'm in a creative mood, so I'll torture you people with some poems eh?

Dreams come, dreams go
just smile, go with the flow
don't say you care
laugh and smile, float on air
no matter how much you go through
it's not enough
what do you have to do
to become tough?
Why do you want to become made of stone
nothing real, cold as ice?
If your cold inside and out
your really not alive at all.