Rainwalker1060

Just a month ago it was my birthday... feeling older and trying to forget what i havent accomplished were my two first experiences.  Was I open about my birthday? No.  As you all know you didnt even know when my birthday was or didnt care.  But tomorrow is differrent. Tomorrow my life changes again.  More than a year after I lost my arm I have had many surgeries from it.  I lost it right after I graduated rutgers, putting my dreams to a screeching halt.  The friction was terrible as it dissolves many dreams of my future in its wave.  2 and 1/2 surgeries later i can move my wrist and bend my hand a little.  Worst of all it was my right hand,

hmmm... what to write... Why sing a song if you'll never hear it? Why write a poem if you'll never read it Why paint you a picture if you'll never see? Why do anything -you never did them for me? cowboy bebop time see you space cowboy... -Drew

Creep (n) intr.v. crept (krpt), creep·ing, creeps: A man who is undesireable to women.  Someone who tries way too hard to meet a girl generating a sensation of fear or repugnance in the targeted person(s). I realized when I woke up this morning that this is who I am... after a past history of emotional abuse by others and failed attempts at love or truly being loved by girls, friends and family, I collected a multitude of scars and horriffic wounds physically and emotionally.  Feeling as a regect and a failure with a soul as hollow as black, person becomes desparate in future attempts to make friends and meet loved ones due to a lack of