Walls

you know how people say things like "sometimes i put up walls. not to keep people out, but to see who cares enough to tear them down"? well, ok, great. excellent statement. except, what happens when someone does tear that protective wall down and then you're just left there all wall-less and scared and they decide they dont really want to be the one to climb that pile of rubble? (like how i'm just going with the metaphor thing here?) does that basically mean you're screwed? no one ever writes about that so much. just something to think about i guess.

I was reading an article i randomly found, and apparently there's a wall in Verona, Italy where people write letters about their problems (like the broken wall thing) to Romeo and Juliet. That's the picture. thought i should explain it.

sorry this one's kinda depressing. what can i say? rainy days and monday's always get me down. you should be around on a rainy monday. it's all bad. lol