over again

it's been a while, again.

everyone says i should write a book.

a little peek inside my head would be nice, right?

there is this thing that will probably get me, and when i'm gone, people can dig this up, collect my thoughts in their sweaty hands, leer over the personal-ness of it all, write me down in neat white lines and pass me out to drop-eyed high school students and stick a note in the front of it:

we encourage you to share this book with your parents. if you, or someone you know, is experiencing thoughts or feelings like the ones in this book, get help now!

i'll laugh at you, you know, while you're reading.

cause it's only a fraction of who lives in here, such a very tiny part, but that's all you ever get:

me, a very tiny part, and the part that is huge is invisible.