Drawing parallels:

Some traffic lights have buttons that you can press and there'll be a small light that turns on to signify that the button's already been pressed. Often times I see dead moths inside the small lights. Sad moths. When they go to moth heaven, and meet their ghost moth relatives, and they ask, "So, how was life?!" Then all they can say is, "Thanks to you, mom, I spent my life stuck in a traffic light and more or less just waited to arrive here. Thanks mom."

Ghost mama moth laughs and tries to explain how the bluddy hell she ended up laying eggs there hahaha.

UUuoOOhh. Ghost moths eat ectoplasmic cotton. Yum. I wonder how it'd be like being stuck in one place until you die. Don't you ever want to have a little more freedom and maybe live some kind of nomadic lifestyle? I'd like to pick up a trade-able skill like maybe singing, cooking, or something like that that needs very little equipment and time to do and just hang around different cities around the world living on what I can earn by selling my skill. Yeah but that's all just wishful thinking.

Reality isn't so fun.

Some people just manage to discover their dreams and ambitions so early. Makes me so damn envious I swear. Others just find out a little/much later, but it's a possibility right? To know for certain that you want to be tied to this thing for life, because it's just the right job for you to do. How lucky it would be if I found the right thing for me early.

I'm certain that I still have a long way to grow hahaha. Noice. Get it? Grow? Go? hahahaaa.

I need someone anonymous enough to talk to but someone familiar enough who can relate to me. Haha if suddenly damien pops up on msn and starts talking to you strangely you might decide to sign off quickly, or risk being asked strange questions that will make our relationship awkward and eventually we will not be friends anymore.