You Don't Know That You'll Rust, And Not Belong So Much

sometimes things don't always turn out the way you planned.
and, sometimes you lose yourself in the chaos.
the big picture gets blurry,
the tiny problems you could always sweep under the rug are now towering up around you.
i think i'll be okay though,
i still cant help but be disturbed by the fact heidi montag thinks she is the next michael jackson.
and spencer pratt just threatened to be the next president of the united states.
it's been a long day.

today, i opted for secrecy of this weekend's events.
im sitting in my room agian.
hiding from the world.
waiting for a change.

his happiness is making me sea sick.
and it's only been twenty one days.