second entry today... I wish i could write more poems, but lately it just isnt there...so i've been spending all my time journal writing. its ok, I'll have hours and hours of times to kill on the plane, plenty of time to write.
So much emotional turbulance, i sent an email to maxine hopefully explaining things to her a bit better, i hate that she feels like this. Nothing ever worth getting comes easily does it?
I get another cryptic message from anie last night, what else is new? anyway... the countdown begins....i better get packing.