What a beautiful day in a wonderful world, full of peace, love, hope, joy and happiness. Two roads converged in a wood, one leading to the emerald city, where you can sing all day long with the munchkins and deny that the wicked witch every really existed (and truthfully, she was just a result of the bad trips that Johnny from the lollipop league handed out at the party the week before.)

Of course theres that other path, the not so bright and cheery path, not that im not a bright and cheery person, no quite the opisite, everyone that knows me tells me that im the most positive person that they have ever met. but every coin has a flip side and i'm going to take a HUGE plunge and say that this is my flip side. of course i'll still appear to be bright and cheery, but when you take the first few steps down the path, you might see something that you didnt expect.

let me try this another way.

Once upon a time there was a girl, she had not yet become a woman because to her women were older and more mature, infact to her 22 year old mind she guessed that she would always be a girl. A lot of her friends had the emotional maturity of blue berry scones (Giles quote) and others, although appearing well balanced and grown up, were truthfully just as immature and bitchy as the rest of the world. No matter how much this girl tried she couldnt balance her friends, fred hated sue, mary hated bob and bob and fred were secretly having an affair but it didnt matter anyway because they are all goldfish anyways.

On a more serious note she also had to deal with living on a government centerlink payment, actually remembering to eat, home work, living away from her family and all the other fun issues that arrive on your doorstep in the middle of a dark and stormy night, she had to grow up and become an adult almost over night because one day soon she was going to become a teacher, and have the weight of the world on her shoulders as she encouraged the next generation that what they were doing had already been done over a hundred times before, and probarbly done better too.

so maybe that explains something? maybe it doesnt. truthfully, there are too many maybes in the world.

Maybe I'll grow up, Maybe I wont.
Maybe I'll cut myself open, Maybe that will kill me.

and here i was thinking that i was going to be all ensightful and stuff.