"The Take Over, The Break's Over"
it's kinda funny... when I first started writing in this stupid thing, I thought I was actually going to be writing to people... then, I finally realized that no one will ever actually be reading this thing. but then, thinking on it alittle more today while staying home ill, it turns out... I have only been really writing in this to a person. but it is really almost pointless to be writing this person, since that person is always there watching me write every letter in this. I've been writing to myself all along.
but, anyways. I've been having deep incite lately. it's kinda cool. I'm happy with it, too, because I've been able to kinda keep myself focused on certain things... at will, of course. but I've been able to look at things almost completely different. writing has come alittle-alot easier as of late. I've had alot of thoughts for someone that thinks it's pointless to keep thinking all the time. well, in all honesty, I've been having a whole lot thoughts at all. get inspired.
I think that I've learned so much more about myself just writing and just sitting around to collect my thoughts, which I have done quite a bit lately... and mostly at random. I've learned through writing what I am capable of. I learned that if I really concentrate, I could write music that would even be Ryan Ross-approved. but, I have been also having some difficulties concentrating so hard on command. what I've learned... just at all, is how I can react to certain situations that I have never been exposed to before. I'm quite shocked in myself. I've learned I could be bold at the right moments, and I can be quite an reserve when it isn't necessary. I learned I know when to speak up and be brave, and when to keep my mouth shut [this has saved literal lives]. take time to learn about yourself.
well, what do you think the chances are I'll go two weeks without falling ill? I think slimmer than William Beckett. this morning, when my dad was dropping me off at school, we sat in the parking lot until about 7:40, which was time for me to go to class; my stomach was killing me. literally. I knew I was going to throw up, since I've had stomach virus/flu before, which, gladly, wasn't the case. But, I begged to go home since I could barely even get my ass out of the car without wincing in burning ulcer pain. lemme tell you something, don't get an ulcer. they suck.
I think this concludes my seems-to-be-daily-now rant. going to sleep, now. hope pray for my health.
[[her name stays as Kim(berly)]]