I really like this piece

Plenty Of Fish In The Sea

You were my catch of a lifetime, so I thought
We were both so jealous that we always fought,
We did love each other, as far as people could tell
But when we were alone we would always yell.

Our pond was vast yet it lacked in depth
If we hit another milestone it would scare you to death
Because there was another and I always had suspicions
You can't keep over your limit when you go fishin

You did have feelings this i do know
I always wondered why it didn't show
I waited for you to leave him all these years
Him back in your life, assured my fears

You were my first love, that will always flow
But you were too much and I needed to let you go
Heartache is tough, another catch is key
I'll just toss my line out, because there's plenty of fish in the sea


By: Chris Taylor

A really good song

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=G9wwvUjX9FA

Urgh

Ok so defintly got the email saying that we need to have thirty post on here and went oh shit I have ten less than what I need so guess I will be writing a lot on here. I guess I kind of just forgot about this blog with all the things that I have going on with my life. And being involved with things on campus and people telling me things that who knows whats true and whats not true. How am I supposed to know who to trust and who is really there for me? I dont know but this is all I really have time for right now because I have horse club things to do.

The Question

Some days I sit here and wonder what is really going on with my life. Along with that question comes a lot of other ones, like who really are my friends. You see I have a lot of people that call me their friends but when push comes to shove I have to wonder. There are so many times where I do something that makes one of them mad that I have to sit back and wonder if you were my true friend wouldn't you support me in every decision that I make? Questions that I may never really know the answer to. But I just don't understand why people who say they are your friends do not always support all the decisions you make in life.

Hard Times

So defintly am going through some hard times. Especially when we did my workshop and it was about me and I had just been left by that boyfriend, that I thought was so good to me. It's such a long story but there are my good moments that I am completely ok with the fact that we are no longer together and then there are the times that it still kills me. Even though I know his every flaw and everyway he treated me like shit there is still a part of me that cares about him even though I know longer want to. Im thinking its just because it is too soon since we have been seperated at least I am hoping so. And now I am trying to move on with my life but thats still hard too. I just am in a rough spot and am trying to be so strong but it just is so hard when I am alone and have time to think by myself.

Halloween

So I decided to go home for Halloween this year seems how my great grandma asked me to last year and I didn't. Instead I stayed at college and got wasted to the point of throwing up. That would of been the last Halloween I could of spent with my great grandma but instead I made a mistake to stay here. I lost my great grandma this summer so when my grandma asked me to go home this Halloween knowing she is sick I had to. I didn't think I would be able to bare it if anything happen this time. So I went home to get the news that my grandma would be going into surgery and if she didn't she would have a stroke. What wonderful news to hear after that was part of the reason my great grandma passed away. So yeah it kind of sucked but at least I know I did the right thing this time.

Entry #4 to class assignment

The Process

While doing this assignment I found myself wanting to change and twist each entry more than it was. I also found myself wanting to add more onto them but knowing that the piece did not have to be complete I just let them be. I found this assignment difficult for me because I was always questioning whether or not the reader would actually understand what I was writing because they were simply just writing in my notebook. I mean yes they made perfect sense to me buts thats because I wrote them and I know what was going through my head at the time while I was writing them. Whereas someone who is trying to read them might not fully understand them because they are not aware of what I was thinking while writing. I also found myself wanting to explain my writing while I was typing up my stories.