College. A beginning. An ending. (How much blood must we bleed her?) A new path through life? A procrastination to life? (I taste the wreckage of crumbling faces.)

Life has begun a new. I miss Fayetteville. Rather the people than the town. The people here are great but already I'm back to old habits.

Depression has an odd way of creeping its way in and out of my life. I really ignored it until the second day of dorm life. But the good side, my poetry is improving and inspiration is fueling.

Even better news in the mood department, i'm getting over this latest bout of it. I should of kept myself like this long before and only let feelings come out in inspiration but not control my poetry.

Thank you all for supporting me. (No sarcasm intended)