i endulge my need to narirate. i think i will organize all this into a story, a book.
not sure what person, if anyone reads this tell me what you think it should be told in.

im guna try both and compare.
even if no one reads this its good to keep personal notes.
- im actually sleepy ill write the next one tomarrow.

as he walked into the room..
her eyelids made no indication of concious,
she seemed to be in a very deep peaceful sleep.
before she fell into this slumber she had a very
facinating night. she smiled before she threw herself
on her bed and embraced the soft pillows. in sleep
though he could tell she was having a good dream.
maybe filled with all her favorite things. or just bullshit.
he moved closer and was hesitant to wake her, he thought
back to years ago when he first met her.. they were 8
and she tried to wrestle him when he told her his name.
she won.
he thought back to the last time he saw her.
pathetically he remembered every detail.. the
way it was raining fit the day horribly. He was
going to to a shitty college that he didnt even
want to be at.
"You're my fucking best friend and im pissed. call the school and tell
them to fuck off. . oh you cant do that, fuck.. well when you're back here
you better show up at my house with a box of crunch berries!"
and he had the crunch berries with him.


"How the fuck did you get in here? im excited but im just curious..
did i leave the back door unlocked? i need to stop doing that." she sighed.
"or are you still good at picking locks."
"same hideaway key location for these three years? shut up and give me a hug."
"oh!"

no make up on and her eyes were bright, soft cheeks curved with her classic grin.