You make me better, boy.

Hey there...well life is a little confusing at the moment, to say the least anyways. I'm going to finish out the school year and then take a break for a while. Hopefully travel a little and move to the coast, at least there's barely any now there. I'm not a very big fan of snow, winter, or cold weather in general. My body temperature is rather low and it's nice to be somewhere that has actual sunlight and beaches. Now I just need to get the money together! I've been trying to write a little more, but all I've been doing is little snipits. Here's to writers block...

   It’s almost as if he’d told me this a thousand times before. Told me that I’m not ready, that I’m not prepared for what they’ll have to say. And I tried so hard to prove him wrong. To be ready when the onslaught of questions started, to be prepared for the bullets for remarks that would sure mark my skin. I was ready, prepared; no longer afraid…at least I thought I was. Thought that I could make it through the questions, the faces, the cruel and cold gestures. However; it seems that I was sorely mistaken, I had been just as naïve as he said I would be. I had expected the looks, the calculating eyes, the harsh language that rolled off their tongues. I wasn’t. I wasn’t ready for any of it, not the way that they spoke, not the way that they held their breath while I talked. I just wasn’t ready for it.