Fun

I can have fun too right?

I guess too often I don't realize it- too often I tell people things I think I know about myself. To know thyself, is it even possible?  I guess I don't think so anymore, but I'm not even sure.  I'm just looking for something firm to hold me up.  Something to keep the rain off my head, but all that's ever laid is the foundation, and if I want the rain off me, I have to build.  Maybe fun isn't something you fall into, maybe it's something you have to build on a firm foundation.

I'd do my best to make this make sense to anyone who was reading this, but I don't think anyone would get it.  I've fallen for a whole new set of lies, things no one before was foolish enough to fall for.  I believe I'm getting better, if my posts ever start making sense again, you'll know :)