that echo chorus lied to me with its "hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on"
i wrote this really great entry, but my laptop and my home internet don't get along. so it's gone.
It basically said how bored i was at home, but i'm playing a lot of piano so that's good. I have this paper i should be working on right now. literally right now. i got all the stuff out i need for it. i'm just majorly procrastinating.
Why are humans so self-destructive? Or is it just us special ones that seem to prefer misery to happiness?
And why is it that i can't write an entry unless i'm really happy or really depressed??? I must look fucking bipolar. But i think we're all a little guilty of that. what are journals for, right?
I've definitely come to realize that I've lost someone who i thought was a close friend. It sucks. And prompts me to have all these you-can-never-really-know-another-person feelings.
My innate pessimism is strong today.
It basically said how bored i was at home, but i'm playing a lot of piano so that's good. I have this paper i should be working on right now. literally right now. i got all the stuff out i need for it. i'm just majorly procrastinating.
Why are humans so self-destructive? Or is it just us special ones that seem to prefer misery to happiness?
And why is it that i can't write an entry unless i'm really happy or really depressed??? I must look fucking bipolar. But i think we're all a little guilty of that. what are journals for, right?
I've definitely come to realize that I've lost someone who i thought was a close friend. It sucks. And prompts me to have all these you-can-never-really-know-another-person feelings.
My innate pessimism is strong today.