December 13th, 2003

grandma ryan

I really can't explain

what I can do. Much, and a lot.

Apparently I create things...

this doesn't seem to matter to anyone much.

Actually, this sort of post is probably indicative of why I haven't been posting much at all.
What I have to say seems to only come out in waves of I think no one really cares crashing into why bother with much.

How do I manage to hold myself in good esteem while thinking that no one else does at all? Especially when I feel somewhat regularly validated otherwise?
Bah. I want to shove my head out the door with a knapsack, and yell so long.