in the end 'it's not me, it's not me...'

so i've discovered the whole wide world of myspace. its kinda of addicting in a way. you can discover what your friends have been up to over the years. its like a social network without having to physically be there on the spot. i've met people in the past through the internet and will never denounce it but you must be careful at the same time. whenever you turn the page and you see something that is distasteful, just hit the 'back' button. i have noticed that i'm now hiding more behind my photos than my writing. i know that i am no 'english' scholar but i do find at least that my words are real and i have a geniune 'need' to share my thoughts with my friends/family on this site. i also have realized over the past few weeks is that life is too short and i should stop wasting my time pondering over things that i can't comprehend. these thoughts must somehow find a grave somewhere. i think, if anything, my mind has this way of wanting to know the truth even if i'm not suppose to have that power, have that satisfaction of knowing 'why' would someone be so cruel. hmmmmm... like my mother told me, some of the greatest songs would not exist if it weren't for these headaches we all have to go through. i'm going home now. celebrated a friends' birthday and now its off to finish reading my book. at 'happy hour', one of co-workers asked me how the dating scene was going. i said it was going. ;)