So tonight i'll write the other half, of what i started here before. I showed all my emotions i opened up my door. I let you see my heart, and all that is held within. My door is covered in pictures of things i love and which i hate. I dotn hate a lot but some thinsg i do dislike. Like tomatoes, for instance, i dont like heck id otn like touching them. IF someone loved me for 10 minutes it would be the best hting in the world. what is it with my ridiculous obsession with love? i'm not sure but somehow it take sme by surprise and then doesn't leave me alone. I love the way people say my name when they call me MJ. No one calls me mj cept mandie. Mandie is cool, just like the rest o fmy friends. to be honest i'm kinda jealous of her. she has a guy that likes her, and i think thats great. *sigh* well i should stop thinking like that cuz the more i think about it the more i get depressed. I went to chuck e. cheese with bryan the other night and it was one of the last nights with him. i miss him already. he's only 4 but i loved the little kid to death, cuzi babysat him since he was 3 motnsh old. Now if a green beeper beeps does it make green beeps? The pen that doesn't write isn't a pen at all its nothing. I thought i fell in love once. Silly child, to likea boy for 11 months and then have him break your heart is not love. I dont knwo if it was or not, no one can say its not..they wouldn't know. The red optical mouse i sit and stare at makes my eyes water. My tears dont flow becuase my eyes done work. I officially hink i have a seirous obsession with love. Here comes the love bus, ridin down my street pick me up spin me round take my heart squish it to the ground. Life is one giant chess game and i'm the board your playing on. Sheena is cool too, i need to see her more often..cuz she's cool. Listen to my voice, hear what i have to say dont turn your head, please dont turn away. I'll keep your attention if you only hear, my words will come out vivid, my words are always clear. My heart maybe broken, but still knows how to feel, if you want to hold it..please dont go and steal it. My eyes are brown and real..they're out to steal your heart. i know its not real nice, but heck its one great price. This is the other half to bunch of nonsense...once again its more nonsense