Thoughts

You know, sometimes I am glad that people can not read me like a book.  Wait a minute… I mean that people I don’t know cant read me like a book.  All my friends can read me like a book… sometimes its a good thing… sometimes it is not.  Im rambling though…  Life is made of memories, some are good and some are bad.  So far mine are an even mixture of both, just a little more bad then good.  For all of you out there that actually read this piece of shit, I hope that your memories are more good than bad, and if they are not then the good ones outway the bad.  Afterall, when we are gone, all that is going to be left of us is a memory, and hopefully it is going to be one that is cherashed not one that everyone tries to erase from their minds on a dayly basis. 

LIfe is just a memory
To help us find the way
To that immortal pathway
That others seek to take away

Pain is always present
Hope is always near