I know, well I'm sure, well maybe...I'm crazy. Or I'm going crazy. Or someday I'm going to be crazy. Anyways something about me is crazy.

Because right now I could be relaxing. Just taking a break. Get in my vacation groove. And instead I'm writing this to you. I love the sound of my keys each time I hit them. I hate the pause from a new thought so I try to type and type and type. Just get a rhythm going. But I suck at music so even something simple like this I can't manage well.

I hate that I'm everyone's second choice. I want to be admired in my own right not as back-up. I guess I have to work on that myself it won't just magically change, but I refuse to accept what my mother says that sometimes there is going to be someone out there better than you.

Better is a changeable state of being. Maybe?