poured out

i poured it out....heart, soul, the whole nine yards. and i realized it. when someone u care about can pin point and dial in your short comings that you refused to acknowledge for a long time thats pretty profound.. i've been stubborn or hardheaded (as my mom used to call me) from the time i was in elementary school, learning how to write, read and still, i would skim the pages and never learn how to enjoy reading properly, and my penmanship suffered as well.. i couldnt handwrite worth a damn. now its come to this; i listen but dont act accordingly.. i hear but i dont do what i've understood was the course of action.. i choose to be hardheaded and do more harm than good.. you have beat me in the head and soon it will become a pulp.. this pulp is now ready for absorption of all spectrum, uv, infrared, sonic waves and more simply words, words of understanding, words of reason, words of food for thought, words of regret and short comings.. so it has come to that..my pulp head is ready for the juice extractor ....pour me a tall glass, drink it up you stubborn ass to imbibe and digest all my stupid head ways.. hopefully this will bring something good .. juice. who doesnt like juice. =|