In BC

I wish I could either kill the whole world or love everyone.
There are some people that I miss in ways I could not have ever seen.
There are others I work at missing, for no reason other than if I stopped missing them, I would forget.
And there are others that I try hard to ignore.
But those, like parts of one's own self, will not leave you alone.
Strangers offer Evil in smiles and streets.
Full fun nights and mornings.
Try to fill up hours of freedom. Go on. Try.
Basically, I feel the time.
And that is a rare thing.
Hey. Dont drink and Blog.
Ha!