Intro

At last i just finished the last book for the harry potter series,
so many twists,
so many turns,
the last few chapters had me going nuts,

i think it was well done,
coming from a "me kinda person", not a journalistic standpoint,
anywho, i have a tale to tell,
very real, and very pitiful:



Sunday afternoon,
I am thinking, thinking of all the thoughts that i had thought up in past years,
a pity i didn't publish them...
properly,
10 years of learning my place in this nasty little threshold,

i spent 2 years of not knowing how i truly felt,

too many distractions,
too many mouths speaking at one time,

it can drive you utterly nuts,

then the emotions, feeling a torturing yearn for this thing,
and a need for the other,
i never really controlled any of it, my urges, my hate, my anger, my love (that i assume never really existed),
i just,
let it all slide,

so what shall i do now,
slide on throughout life,

or pull the strings and end it all...






(oh yeah i just wrote this like 5 seconds ago, i like it...)