dying is an art...and i have not mastered it as like some other people have......some people that are really into the whole poetry and literary world would know the very first line was from a famous poet named sylvia plath. sighs....my life is becoming more depressing like hers....hm. similar to her....cept that i have no major man in my life. i do not have horrible family problems. i have a hard time finding myself and understanding myself. i am not premiscuious....however the hell you spell it. or maybe i am....just not physically....but instead.....mentally....meh.....