Often, when I'm embarrasing myself, I laugh. Not out of nervousness, because I can embarrass myself when I'm alone. It's funny though. While I'm singing terribly to songs or skipping around like a giddy kid, I think about what the deceased think about me. Thats not meant to sound crazy, its meant to sound honest. I laugh at myself because I think of how many of them are wishing they might have come across me in their lifetime or how many of them did the same thing, or how many of them wish they had. Stuff like that gives me strange hope because as crazy as this also sounds, I myself believe that someone who's dead, a guy in particular, could be like "I'd want to be with this girl." Its a controversial issue. I believe that the dead do surround us, some that are alive and living like their dead, and plain spirits that hold unfinished business. I also believe that the dead can see what they want to, who they want to, when they want to.
I'm not worried about a thing. Some will love me.
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