i just feel like drinking scotch straight from the bottle.

words cannot describe the state of mental health i am in.  I feel so numb yet so full of emotions waiting to explode in the size of cosmic explosions.  I hate not knowing what lies ahead.  I told angie that i gave up in love.  very plain and simple.  maybe there are those who arent meant to be flowers.  my perspective of the little prince was that he went back to his planet to take care of his flower.  oh lets be realistic here, he was in ten thousand other planets before he decided that he missed his flower.  If he did return to his planet, he would have found a withered flower because no one took care of it.  he forgot to water it, care for it, simply LOVE it.  


maybe when my prince finds me i will be withered as well.