Why dont you tell me.
I cant help but be contemplative at this time every night. I dont have anyone to blame but myself. Or maybe any person I talk to towards the end of the night. But I adore the calmness of it all.
I dont even know why I put this shit in here. I should have my own private journal. Which I do, but is seldom updated. But when you really dont care it doesnt matter who knows what you do in your life. Or how you feel. Even with the feedback, good or bad. And I could careless for them all. Alot of it doesnt matter in the least bit. Or the person doesnt even matter one bit in the first place. But I shouldnt take advantage of so many people or thier "care" for me. Especailly when I dont care for it at all. Or dont believe it one bit.
Then again, I shouldnt put such things of anything in my livejournal.
and I hate the unsettled feeling.
In other notes, I need to thin.
I dont even know why I put this shit in here. I should have my own private journal. Which I do, but is seldom updated. But when you really dont care it doesnt matter who knows what you do in your life. Or how you feel. Even with the feedback, good or bad. And I could careless for them all. Alot of it doesnt matter in the least bit. Or the person doesnt even matter one bit in the first place. But I shouldnt take advantage of so many people or thier "care" for me. Especailly when I dont care for it at all. Or dont believe it one bit.
Then again, I shouldnt put such things of anything in my livejournal.
and I hate the unsettled feeling.
In other notes, I need to thin.