Still Confused...

It's getting better though. When I see you, my mind gets cloudy. I don't know what to think. People often wonder what exactly this webpage is. These are thoughts... Just like someone might go home and write in a diary. Never was too good at the diary thing. I often would neglect to write in it, and keep stuff to myself. I got to much shit on my brain as is. No need to keep any more. Now I know why people smoke weed. It's an attempt to kill some of that shit that stays on your mind.

You are on my mind. The whole tatoo thing is on my brain. Don't know why. You often have a way of getting in my thoughts and getting underneath of my skin.