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There's nothing much about me. I like to write and read...study history and literature. I'm a big baseball fan...I adore the Atlanta Braves. Football and others sports not much of my own style. Um, favorite baseball player is still Ken Griffey Jr. no matter what. My favorite show is Queer as Folk...favorite band is tool...favorite person is my love Maynard.

People often ridicule me. I dunno. It's just how it is I guess. I don't look the greatest and people often make fun of me for that. Also, I'm very insecure and so I guess it's hard for me to be in relationships with people because they don't have the patience to deal with me like I can deal with them. People just make it tough on me when all they seem to wish for are looks or "hot" people. God, even calling people hot is insulting. I guess I'm just old fashioned like that. But yeah, it's hard for me to find acceptance and love in a world that just seems to base beauty on the outside. That there's nothing more...It's just a shallow world. I'm tired of dealing with it. It's caused me enough pain and I just wish it would all end. I guess it'll never happened. But things gotta change, right? I mean...why would people want to say the same? Everyone needs change. Ya know? It's for the best to change for yourself and try to change your faults. =\ I guess somethings don't and won't change huh...



"Leaves That Are Brown" by Simon and Garfunkel

I was twenty-one years when I wrote this song. I'm twenty-two now but I won't be for long.
Time hurries on and the leaves that are green turn to brown
and they wither in the wind and they crumble in your hand.

Once my heart was filled with the love of a girl. I held her close but she faded in the night
like a poem I meant to write and the leaves that are green turn to brown
and they wither in the wind and they crumble in your hand.

I threw a pebble in a brook and watched the ripple run away
and they never made a sound and the leaves that are green turn to brown.
and they wither in the wind and they crumble in your hand.

Hello, hello, hello, hello. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye.
That's all there is and the leaves that are green turn to brown.
and they wither in the wind and they crumble in your hand.