Thoghts in my head...
I'm sitting here thinking about my hanging out with the younger friends we have. I remember back when I was their age. Just typing that out is making me feel really old. So I've been thinking about how I wish I was their age again. Mostly the reason for that thinking is because the guys that is their age now are so hot. They look older than the guys of my high school years. I realize that it is too late for me to enjoy youth. I'm too old to enjoy anything it seems. I am hoping I get the job at the DoC, but I have no idea if it will come through for me. I can only plead for mercy that it does. So I was thinking about my death. I think I'll probably die painfully.
Sometimes I wonder why I even type in this journal. I don't really have a good outcome on typing on here or anything like that. I never get any output at all on here. I don't know why I do it.
Sometimes I feel like I am just an actor in a play. Just making myself feel what I think I should feel instead of actually feeling. If that makes any sense.
Sometimes I wonder why I even type in this journal. I don't really have a good outcome on typing on here or anything like that. I never get any output at all on here. I don't know why I do it.
Sometimes I feel like I am just an actor in a play. Just making myself feel what I think I should feel instead of actually feeling. If that makes any sense.