Life is like soup. Why? I will tell you why. Soup doesn't last long. I don't last long. My life is getting worse. I am getting drank up to fast. Somebody help me please. Why does this happen to me instead of someone else? Nobody talks to me because I am only soup. And there is something else. Life passes by day by day. If I had just had a normal life I wouldn't be soup. I would be something else. I don't know how to talk to people because I just say something dumb. If a person looks at me they just look the other way or run away. Day by day, day by day, day by day, day by day.
Day by Day
December 21, 2007