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Wow. Hello LJ. I haven't seen you in awhile. I went through all my old entries last night, and realized a few things. That's what this entry is about pretty much.
Lauren, Bob, Ed, V, Kenda, and Cassie are all great friends. I don't know what I'd do, or would have done, without any of you.
My poetry/song/lyric writing is waaaaaaaaaaay shittier right now than it used to be. I saw some of my old stuff and was genuinely surprised. I was pretty damn good. What the fuck happened? I'm going to try to start righting more again.
My life is more memorable when I'm depressed. Weird. It almost even seems.....better? That's out there man.
I love myself as the freak of nature I used to be. I didn't have as many friends then as I do now, but they meant more then than the do now. I miss a lot of you (if anyone else even reads this.) that I don't talk to anymore, and those that I still do talk to I miss the way we used to talk and don't anymore.
If, by the grace of God, someone is reading this and somehow doesn't know, Bri and I are having a baby. I'm scaredexcitedfreakedouthappy. The best emotion of them all.
Reading all my past entries I realize something. I did the ONE thing I promised myself I would never do. I grew up. I'm not the goldenhearted wonderboy I used to be and always wanted to stay. I'm not sure I'm happy about it, but I'm not sure I'm unhappy about it. I think I'm going to do some deep inner searching and try to find the best qualities of the old me and bring them back. I'll try to keep posting here, as I think that will help. Work more on poems(sounds gay)/songs (not music, so that doesn't fit)/lyrics (sounds off)/whatever they're supposed to be called and I think I'll find me again.
I feel like the cowboy about to ride off into the sunset on a new adventure. :)
Lauren, Bob, Ed, V, Kenda, and Cassie are all great friends. I don't know what I'd do, or would have done, without any of you.
My poetry/song/lyric writing is waaaaaaaaaaay shittier right now than it used to be. I saw some of my old stuff and was genuinely surprised. I was pretty damn good. What the fuck happened? I'm going to try to start righting more again.
My life is more memorable when I'm depressed. Weird. It almost even seems.....better? That's out there man.
I love myself as the freak of nature I used to be. I didn't have as many friends then as I do now, but they meant more then than the do now. I miss a lot of you (if anyone else even reads this.) that I don't talk to anymore, and those that I still do talk to I miss the way we used to talk and don't anymore.
If, by the grace of God, someone is reading this and somehow doesn't know, Bri and I are having a baby. I'm scaredexcitedfreakedouthappy. The best emotion of them all.
Reading all my past entries I realize something. I did the ONE thing I promised myself I would never do. I grew up. I'm not the goldenhearted wonderboy I used to be and always wanted to stay. I'm not sure I'm happy about it, but I'm not sure I'm unhappy about it. I think I'm going to do some deep inner searching and try to find the best qualities of the old me and bring them back. I'll try to keep posting here, as I think that will help. Work more on poems(sounds gay)/songs (not music, so that doesn't fit)/lyrics (sounds off)/whatever they're supposed to be called and I think I'll find me again.
I feel like the cowboy about to ride off into the sunset on a new adventure. :)