I am not: yo mama
I hurt: via mental rather than physical thing
I love: being puzzled
I hate: when people do something they know is wrong just because they cannot get over our own ego/history.
I fear: pure violence, that I don't understand
I hope: people (including me) know how their actions affect the environment
I regret: when I miss people and experiences
I cry: when I see other peoples pain
I care: a lot
I always: wipe front to back
I long: for life in simpler times
I listen: to hearts
I hide: nothing
I write: on what ever is close at hand, and then wish I was a diary person
I miss: the innocents of not knowing
I search: for honest people and gather them close beside me
I learn: every time I open my eyes
I feel: like a boon
I know: and then I change my mind
I want: simplicity
I worry: about equality and what people think
I wish: there wasn’t so much sugar/corn syrup in our lives
I have: a curious cat
I give: my love to honesty
I wait: for the unreliable bus’o’weirdos, while Ross takes the tram with the yuppies
I need: a snack with flavour