who gets on here anyway?

so I have a million thoughts racing. I wish I could write a book, a great book. It could be about everything I've experienced in life. The good times, bad times, all that jazz. It'd be a romantic comedy...light on both the romance and comedy (I'd always my life to be like one of those movies). It'd have great vocabulary, and amazing descriptives scenes. Pages of beautiful useless words. I would want to write this beautiful book, and fill it with all my secrets. Every little thing that I have burried deep inside, and guess who else would be in there...you. I'd write all about you, all of you. ha this isn't one of those "I bet you think this song is about you" things, I'm just saying everyone would be in it. The story of our lives. Shelby has a great album name, "you, me, and everyone we know"...I think I'd want to steal it. Sorry, it just sounds so awesome and genuine. So my book ladies and ladies gentlemen would be a best seller. Everyone would read it and would be an amazing hit; that is of course, had I not thrown it to the bottom of the sea. Look all you want, you'll never find it. It's burried in a chest, deep in my chest...it's a great story, but it's never going to be told. Not yet at least. Maybe later. Maybe one day you'll really know me, and all of my secrets. But I better hold off for now, I'd like you to like me for just a little bit longer. Good night boys and girls.