I Don't Know...
It just seems like as if I'm running out of things to write about, despite everyday up-comings. I'm confused on what I could write that'd be partially interesting anymore to anybody who reads this. I think that maybe it's just to the point where my life is preceeding my duties to my friends. I just want to make everyone happy and make everyone enjoy their lives. That's what my main goal is. I'm Roman Catholic, but I live my life according to my father's side belief of Buddhism. I believe that I do live my life for other people, and I'm very very content with that. But sometimes, according to people, I do it too much. I can't utterly help it. But I just think that I need to get away for a bit. And plus I also need to just be content with myself. I haven't done that in...forever. I can't think of a time when I did something for the benefit of my own personal purveyance. I think I spelled that right...damn, "Way to go, Chris." But anyway, I went to the bar tonight and well I kinda got a lil tipsy and it doesn't make much difference now, cuz I can type slightly less than fine. But I need to make myself happy. Sadly, there's only one solution and I can't get to it, nor can I get it because it's dependant on fate. Fate can kiss my balls. Then trim them for the hell of it. But alas, Fate...I lay my life before you. BUT YOU FUCKING SUCK, FATE!!!