...gotta love 'em. Every time I whip out the old video camera and search for dust collecting tapes, I prepare myself for uncontrollable laughter. (things like my brother dancing in his underwear to "Tequila", or the four of us kids jumping on furniture and breaking lamps while our parents were on a date...just to name a few) I love the feeling I get when I see my old favorite toy (for me it was my bumble ball) or a shirt I used to wear all the time. I think that's the feeling of Home,...

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Another fucking day came.... Hate in the air, disgust is ruling ,cold war and every 1 is putting every 1 down........we are now back to the normal days of *crappy shut* family after the 3rd world ....house war.
Gotta class in couple of hours another teacher will be let down another nagging wave to scramble my numbness.....most of my meaningless words r being spilled just as balnk and empty as my soul is...no soul, no life, no family , no friends..... I mean c'mon I barely see any of them...