Oh I so feel where you are going with that.

I could feed you bullshit and roses, but I wont. Love hurts. Sometimes the only thing we have to remind us we are alive is the hurt. Could you have forgotten the good shit though?

I look at it this way, you can measure your life by the barren wastelands of pain that we endure or you can measure it by the brief moments of bliss. If I measured life by the shit, I would have gone psychotic by now. Totally and utterly psychotic.

I love how women like to say we are unemotional sex maniacs. We kill ourselves over this stuff and we are supposed to be apes. Fuck.

If you need to talk, bro, my # is 808-780-4756. Call, but dont talk. Ill get your (Unless it is marked as "private" than you should leave me a brief message with your number) # from that and clal you back. I have free long distance of sorts for my Uncle Sam.

at least something pulled you out of your shell.