I was listening to some country music this morning as I straightened up the apartment. I heard this song by Lee Ann Rimes, "Probably Wouldn't Be This Way", and all of a sudden I thought about this guy I used to have a relationship with. I thought about the first time I saw him. If only I hadn't seen him that day in chem class, we never would have done the things we did. But shit happens , I guess.

Men are pigs and they all should die. Well, with the exception of the men in my family and any guy I happen to be friends with. Other than that they all should die. Love is evil. I wrote a poem once that says, and I quote, "Love is the pain you suffer through life." How true it is. I don't REALLY think they all should DIE. I'm just saying that they're not worth the effort.

Once you meet someone, you know you won't meet anyone else like them ever again. Falling in love is weird that way. It's even that way with friends. When you meet a true firend, you know you can't get by without calling them and talking for like, hours about anything and everything. When you love someone, it's unconditional. I believe that true love will find you if you open your heart. There are a few guys I have felt a little something for, but my recent catch is probably the one, although I'm having my reservations about it. Sometimes it seems like we could be better friends than lovers (I use the term in a non-sexual way). This guy and I aren't even dating, but I feel like I should be falling for him. I guess what I'm trying to say is that love and friendship are almost the same thing, that is if you're talking about a friend of the opposite sex, of course. The man I fall in love with will always make me feel safe he will hold me in his arms when I cry and kiss my tears away he will tell me when I am wrong and criticize me when I think I'm right he will always know how to make me smile even when i think i'll never smile again he will love me so deeply and truly that nothing is impossible for him he would do anything and everything for me even if it meant giving up something he desires so much The man I fall in love with will be my best friend (this poem is copyrighted by Andrea L. Zaccaria. Andrea doesn't like plaigiarism, so don't steal my stuff).

Inspiration is a funny thing. For me it comes and goes. I may or may not experience it, depending on my mood. There are times when inspiration floods through my head and down to my fingers and eventually into a computer or onto paper. Other times I just kind of sit there and wonder where it went. Lately I've learned that inspiration won't come to me. I have to find it. I had found some inspiration in a good friend of mine, but it is slowly melting away. Maybe I can find it again, maybe I won't.