tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-231196892011-04-21T14:29:18.318-07:00annaruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17917420898670683741noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23119689.post-1141067796984399562006-02-27T11:10:00.000-08:002006-02-27T11:16:36.986-08:00<span style="font-size:85%;">i honestly have nothing to say as of now, but i have to write something in order to view the page. :( i am in the process of writing something, but i don't want to post it quite yet. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i did have a "daydream" the other day and i realized how much i miss flowers. i miss seeing them on the side of the road and picking them like i always seemed to do in texas when life seemed so unbearable and off. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">i am at a point right now where i want to go, go somewhere, anywhere, just away from here. why can't i? </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">hmm. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">perhaps i did have something to say...?</span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">until next time.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/23119689-114106779698439956?l=abrokenvesselheldinhisbosom.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>annaruthhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17917420898670683741noreply@blogger.com2