Fuck
I think I'd be a hypocrite if I started bitching about my life on livejournal. But then again, I guess thats what livejournal is for so whatev. It's my journal, I do what I want.
I'm pretty much done with guys for at least a few months. I still can't decide if the happiness outweighs the hurt. I'll put off deleting all the pictures and repressing all the memories, holding on to the very last minute until it kills me (emotionally, that is. No, I doubt I'll actually stop breathing.) It hurts like hell to be at such an amazing place one minute, completley unaware that somethings wrong, and then like 2 seconds later all lower and more sad then I think I've ever been. Did that make sense? No.
Does life make sense?
..No.
Game over I guess.
P.S.
I'm a straight up gangster
In other news, yesterday was nice. 17. Daaaang I'm old and shit.
I'm pretty much done with guys for at least a few months. I still can't decide if the happiness outweighs the hurt. I'll put off deleting all the pictures and repressing all the memories, holding on to the very last minute until it kills me (emotionally, that is. No, I doubt I'll actually stop breathing.) It hurts like hell to be at such an amazing place one minute, completley unaware that somethings wrong, and then like 2 seconds later all lower and more sad then I think I've ever been. Did that make sense? No.
Does life make sense?
..No.
Game over I guess.
P.S.
I'm a straight up gangster
In other news, yesterday was nice. 17. Daaaang I'm old and shit.