Blogging is gay. It does nothing but make people feel worse. And as your re-read the words that your fiercefuly typed out you ask yourself what the fuck you were thinking. How could you possibly think that.. What the hell was running through my head. Am I really that messed up ? I cant believe these thoughts actually run through my head.. AND I STILL HAVE FRIENDS. Mostly becuase i hide my secrets from everyone, including myself. Their down there though .. Somewhere.
I guess i have a buncha posts about a buncha different people. Everyday, I feel different about everyone. I like someone one day, then a new person the next, then I get drawn to someone else.. Insucurities suck penis.
And sometimes, maybe some people just have to remember that letting go, may be the best thing that you can do..
Andd..
No matter what you do, or how hard you try, nothing lasts forever. Just remember that.
Sometimes I think too much. Why can't i focus on some subjects like i do on my writting?. Why can't I involve myself the way you do.. I dont even focus on my writing though.. Just scribble down the impossible, yet so clear words that come into my head.
I really want a hug.
Urg. I just dont know what to think anymore.. I like hanging out with people who are depressed.. Or just down. I like too be happy though. I enjoy bringing joy into others lifes.
I laughed today in Psych class, Ky was writting " Love " poems for her english. Something about roses being red , violents are blue i love you. ( yah, real original;) )
My poem was something like: Roses are dead , Violents are turning grey and i just cant feel this way.
Its SOOO GAY i know LOL. Buttt it kinda works for my feeelings. About this guy, we arent friends. Ew. Why are guys so important. All that matters is that i have friends.. Right ?
x.
