sometimes, when i'm upset, i go driving. which is dangerous, because i'm usually listening to music that makes me cry. or that alters my mood... and i can't help but think about crashing. just turning my wheels a little to the right to hit the telephone poles.

there are so many things they never told me about god. or things that i never thought to ask about. they say that when you die, you're asleep... so can i still dream? what about those people who have those experiences where they're dead for a few seconds... or minutes. but then they are revived. or resurrected.

what's going to happen to my soul when i die? sometimes i feel like people aren't just given a soul, they have to earn it. i need to prove that i've done something with my time here. maybe that's why some people get to die twice. because you're not allowed to die until you've gotten your soul. sometimes i try to let my body act by itself. i try not to tell it what to do, so that it will have practice when i'm no longer in it.

god is the wind. why do you believe in something that you can't see? why do i believe in the wind?

why do i believe in souls? because i believe in the wind.

i can't help what i am, even more than you can help what you are.

sometimes i just want to take everything i love, put it all together in a pile in my room. and rip it all to pieces. shred every last part of it. and set it on fire. just get rid of it....

if i don't belong here, it doesn't either