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___________________________________I don’t know what I'm doing. I never did. I get lost in my own mind and forget things that will be important someday. I make out with strangers and make outrageous claims that only make sense in my head. It doesn’t ever seem to mater who I hurt. I lie and exaggerate and make things that only last until morning. I think too much. I sont think I have a brain. I have exposed myself like a porn star and I’m more self aware then a beauty queen. I’ve done absolutely nothing but it feels like I've accomplished so much. I hate talking. If you talk long enough and loud enough your eventually going to offend someone. I get lost sometimes. I lose sight and begin asking questions that don’t have answers because that must be entertainment. But that’s not what I mean. I don’t know what I’m talking about. They say writing your thought down is healthy. That everyone should do it. It’s not good enough to simply know something. Things have to be glaringly obvious when you see them staring back at you from a piece of paper. Self enlightment is free, but the paper costs $1.99.**Jessica is also a poet**