not abandoned, i think.

So I'll POST!!! heheh. i was very nautious(misspelled) this morng, but I decided I realy didn't want to throw up, so I didn't. It's amazing what you can do when you refuse to do otherwise.

Awhile ago, I was looking at a bunch of poems I wrote in fifth grade. one of them is a bunch of questions, and very silly, actualy, but there was one line I liked in particular. "Why do we have to play with the cards that were dealt?" It's like the cards are your place in life, and events that happen to you. It seems kind of creepy, and deniying all vague semblance of fate. After all, why do we have to play with the cards that were dealt?