This better not be a short life, because if it is then I am not satisfied. After watching a tape yesterday of myself being born and my first birthday I have realized that turning 18 is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. One image from the video still burns in my mind like a wildfire. My head and arms had just appeared from my mothers body and no more then a second later I reached out my hand towards my mom and she then was told not to reach back because of the afterbirth that was of course still all over my 17 inch long body.
After my birth the tape immediately skipped to my first birthday and by the end of the tape I was crying and wishing that I could go back to the 80's and 90's where I grew up. And then about 10 seconds after I started crying I realized that I wasn't just crying because I wanted to go back, it was for many other reasons too. You see over the past week I've thrown myself into a mess with a girl. About 2 weeks ago I told my best friend about this new light in my life. I told him that this new light (the girl) was the girl that I had been trying to draw in my mind throughout my whole romance life. This is funny to me and maybe to you also because I haven't even met the girl and I'm already digging my own grave with the amount of information that I am giving you the public. I don't even care about how much I write because I happen to know that this girl doesn't even have a myspace or a facebook, and if you want to be a bitch or bastard that prints this out to show her then go ahead my fear is gone. A wise man once said "fear is a friend who's misunderstood" and I'm loving fear right now. So you know what, come tomorrow or maybe the next day I'm going to randomly talk to her in class. What could it hurt! Things can only get better from here right...right? If it does go wrong and I find out some unwanted news then fine! Bad news never ever had good timing and if there is bad news then I hope that its like really bad news so then I can write another really great song about how stupid I am with girls. But like I said before, it couldn't hurt right...........right?

With love,
Thomas


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