Good bye
I figure this journal has run it's course. I feel sort of bound to the same auora a journal gives me if I've stuck with the same one for too long.
It's time to evolve and change.
I need to take a break from journal writing for a bit. But I'll be around commenting. I don't know - this journal just makes me feel depressed anyways. Instead of trying to figure my problems out on a keyboard maybe I should try with my mind (that will be an obstacle).
I love you all.
Thanks for the advice anyone has given me in this journal.
PS knowing me I'll probably start a new LJ in no time. But I think I will take a break. Maybe a month or so. And I'll notify you all when I start a new one.
Havin' my midlife crisis at 17
No direction, no desire, no guarantee
Wish someone could hold my hand,
And guide me the whole entire way,
Which someone could tell me that I can
Make it with certainty
Endless thoughts of nonsense invading my brain
worries of the future, worries about pain
Wanting someone there, who could understand me
But I'm alone on this one, there are no guarantees
Wishing don't help nothing, wishing just creates a fantasy
Fantasies are lovely, but they are just dreams
Like a bare tree standing in the middle of a desert floor
Gasping for help, gasping for something more
Tangible-- then, "it will be ok"
That doesn't reassure me, that I'll be here to stay
Afraid of what may come,
Afraid of what may be
Afraid of facing,
The evils of reality
Come rescue, whoever you are
I don't need love
I don't need fame
I don't need material things
I just need a guarantee
To life
by: peter
It's time to evolve and change.
I need to take a break from journal writing for a bit. But I'll be around commenting. I don't know - this journal just makes me feel depressed anyways. Instead of trying to figure my problems out on a keyboard maybe I should try with my mind (that will be an obstacle).
I love you all.
Thanks for the advice anyone has given me in this journal.
PS knowing me I'll probably start a new LJ in no time. But I think I will take a break. Maybe a month or so. And I'll notify you all when I start a new one.
Havin' my midlife crisis at 17
No direction, no desire, no guarantee
Wish someone could hold my hand,
And guide me the whole entire way,
Which someone could tell me that I can
Make it with certainty
Endless thoughts of nonsense invading my brain
worries of the future, worries about pain
Wanting someone there, who could understand me
But I'm alone on this one, there are no guarantees
Wishing don't help nothing, wishing just creates a fantasy
Fantasies are lovely, but they are just dreams
Like a bare tree standing in the middle of a desert floor
Gasping for help, gasping for something more
Tangible-- then, "it will be ok"
That doesn't reassure me, that I'll be here to stay
Afraid of what may come,
Afraid of what may be
Afraid of facing,
The evils of reality
Come rescue, whoever you are
I don't need love
I don't need fame
I don't need material things
I just need a guarantee
To life
by: peter