I was going to put a pic of myself playing my guitar to show who ever that read my profile that I"m not just sitting around on my ass and not being productive, and would actually see me creating parts of songs. or something. but seeing as how my mom doesn't like me to have a life or certain shit, she deleted all my pics of myself. wow, that fucking blows, and it's about now that I am getting sick of being single. because even I kinda miss having someone there for me, but so far there's no one, because I have like 3 new poems on the other computer with no internet, and I'd have to find them and shit, but yeah, besides hanging out with my band or friends or writing or looking for a job, or playing music. or practicing, I"m kinda lazy at times and I'm having one of those times right now. but last night was crazy. didn't expect half of the shit that happened. and damn, the one time I actually clean my room no one can be out until about 9 or 10 except for andrew. and that guy is really cool, but he usually says, and i'm guessing it's a habit but he says "that's terrible" or "it's terrible" or "it was terrible", it kinda reminds me of a kid, but everyone atleast had a childhood that was worth remembering and was atleast good, I had to wind up with the fucked up and shitty childhood. it really sucked. but oh well, as long as I'm like I am that's fine. I'm starting to like myself. but I don't know why. I spend alot of time with alot of hatred for myself and others, and now I'm not like that anymore. I hate so many people but I don't hate myself as much anymore. but still hold a lot of hatred for a whole bunch of other things.