Missing Memories

I am really not very good at blogging, although i have been doing it irregularly since i was a middle school student. Looking back at what posts have not been lost forever (much to my dismay) I always seem to write about the same type of things. Its never so much what is going on currently unless it is a small hint for myself to remind myself of something important. Rather I tend to write about things I have trouble remembering. Once I start writing about something or thinking about it I go off on a tangent and start remembering all sorts of things. Why I have so many missing memories is because i have led many lives. Being a gypsy is one way I have tried to explain my story to others in lamest terms. I have been lucky enough to have many chances to evolve and learn about the nature of what is U.S. Some of the things i need to be careful about this time in my blogging is to stay on point and care about having an audience other then myself. The Internet is no place for private thoughts that are only clear to myself. The rants are essential however because Its the only way I will be able to tie my life together and process what important facts I need to uncover and keep close. My history is a jumble and I feel certain that it was ME who made it that way. I tried to forget things. Good memories were far to sad now that they are gone and bad memories were purposly and easily snuffed out. Now 8 months ago i realized that i need all of them and i have begun trying to devulge information that has been locked away behind the obsticals of time/ walls i built. I couldnt find myself with as much ease if it hadnt been for all the love i have been recieving here in Mass. I knew I could go anywhere in the world and i chose to come here. I feel secure knowing i am exactally where i physically need and desire to be at this point in time. I look forward to sharing. This is my destiny. I will be very open just as I have begun learning how for the past few months. Love, peace, rock&roll be with you