Hoover Dam.

Hooever Dam made me want to be a civil engineer.

Is your kid an emo kid? There are random videos linked at the bottom of msn. Right, so this is two posts in one day. Maybe posting is my ventilation, the outlet for mental thoughts and and stabilizing projections. I didn't let them come out for a while, but now that I did I feel like I have to explode. What gives?

It's still jumbled. Well, at lunch I was able to talk about it some. But at some level, I think I have to deal with my ghosts and demons on my own. It's a burden that she can't share. Are somethings better left unsaid?

What are secrets? I remember reading either Mary or John's blog a while back, and there was a discussion that about holding your tongue, and not being blunt. While in general, I have to agree with Mary, that I'd prefer people to be able to be honest and plain old straight forward. At the same time, I think I agree with John more. It takes more courage to hold back words. It's like the lone sufferer concept.

When you open your mouth and say something, everyone around will experience the consequences with you. This could be good or bad, but there is someone around that you can vocalize and discuss the topic with because it is out in the open.

On the other hand, knowing something and holding it in means that only you can deal with the consequences. The heartbreak that only you can understand, only you can know. The pain that only you can bear.

To put an end to the vagueness, even though it's been many months I think I am still haunted. I am still hurt and broken. I still have problems trusting. But I will never admit it, for sake of pride or because I don't want to hurt she.

Look deeper into the grammar. Fog returns. Discretion reigns supreme yet conflict pwned me.