Ok, so maybe you don't have to, but i feel that you should, because im coming back to you all right now.
i've been in remission, or not here because back in october/september my camera got stolen, as i may have said before, so i've had no way of putting things on here. but my sister may sell her old camera to me since she got a new one, or i may save up money to get another.
but until then i have to rely on other peoples cameras and their reliability to send me the pictures and weed out the bad ones and find the good ones.
but since may, i've been struggling to get someone to take a group picture of me and my love, jonny boy, because i have a poem i wrote about him back when i was feeling guilty because of some things. I wish i could change my name, because i dont like to be brought down by people, i've changed my pseudonym to "grey dove," because my friend has 4 angels, and i'm his angel with golden hair. but, i'm not, i'm nowhere near the status of angel, i'm imperfect, "grey dove." dont question my theory, because i know what i'm talking about, please.
it's always that dark side of people that has everyone questioning. i just want to say to certain people, though they will never see this i hope, that i'm not theres to control, i'm not living their life, i'm living mine. maybe my life isn't as "fucked up" as they think. i'm happy with my life, just because you're not happy with your own and it effects mine isn't my problem. i'm not trying to impress you, i'm living.
it's such a beautiful day, i might go out and take pictures of my thinking place, so beautiful, the corner of a huge field...i go there almost every day, cause i can't walk through the woods anymore, it was my scapegoat, and theres stuff there i can't see anymore.