Blindproject21723 Mar 2003

I felt this way alot until I got off my butt and started to do somthing with my life, I had no motivation or want to do anything. This girl ran my life and as soon as she was gone there was nothing. I couldnt take it anymore, I just walked out my front door and walked 2 miles and then came home started playing bass and guitar, made new friends and went paintballing and camping every month. The first step is your front door. I dont know if you wrote this poem but if anyone can relate to this poem, then this is my ten cents.