Booom pow.

I finally understand why when a woman endures heartbreak, she flees the city she lives in. And when it’s severe, she’ll just go across the state line. Or even the women you see on T.V. eating a whole box of chocolate when someone hurts them emotionally. Women that sit in sadness. My philosophy is to move the hell on, and quick. Don’t ‘run’, just.. move. Well, after going through my own sadness, I see why they want to flee the state.

In fact, I’m ready to throw all music-players out the second story window at the condo. Maybe take some movies to the backyard and blast them with a shotgun. Blowing certain cologne companies has also crossed my mind from time to time. Then, after all that, I’ll walk around with a fire gun and just catch certain buildings and signs on fire so I just have to stare at the rubble, rather than having to look at the actual thing and having a memory I don’t want to have.

I need to make this blogspot here a little more.. creative/pretty/funtolookat. After comparing mine to other’s; I realize mine blogspot’s appearance isn’t quite up to par. Just another thing on the to-do list.