well, lets start with the begining of the title.

life.
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what can one say about their own life? (without sounding like they want pity).... life as an adult is harder than i thought when i was still living with dad and fatass. i wish i had saved alot of money so now i wouldn't be worried about it so much. my mom has cancer again and is fighting a losing battle but she just keeps fighting... makes you regret ever even thinking about suicide. but let me pose a question to those who do read this.... what is life to you?

love.
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in the vivid truth of love... i hate love, simply because its hard as fuck to be happy and be in love. why you ask? because love hurts you too easily... one moment on top of the world next your in the depths of purgatory awaiting satan's harsh love. do i wish i hadn't fallen in love? once in awhile but thats normal. well, onto the next subject.

marriage.
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everyone should do it at least once. enough said.

stuff.........
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. i love concerts. its a freaking relief to be able to just go and have fun and chill and firlt and beat the crap out of someone in the pit. tattooing is WAY harder than you think. i want another tattoo... i miss it. i wish i could beack to that one moment in time when i knew perfect happiness. it was with Kushiel when i was transferring to tx. a perfect day laying next to her,arms around her, the sun shining on the leaves outside the window, nicklecreek playing in the background, her warmth, her carress.... damn, if i could only go back in time and be with her... and now look i'm gettin gmarried in 5 days.. one could wonder why. i miss her like... a sculpture misses the feeling of his tools and the stone/wood/whatever.

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