I hate titling blogs "So, uh" all the time
I got home like 45 minutes ago. It's 3:45am. Pretty awesome. There aren't too many people I could stand in a dark, empty parking lot with for over two hours and be laughing histerically almost the entire time.
I wish that someday I could come to an understanding as to how the human mind, and feelings, and all that shit works. They are really messing with me right now.
I wish I could get my shit together. I feel like the entire world is on my shoulders right now and other planets are approaching to jump on the world's back.
What the hell am I gonna do?
I was happy until I got home. Does anyone even read this? I know journals are supposed to be for personal use but it would be comforting to know that people still read this, if not I'm just gonna post blogs on myspace. At least bored people might stumble across them every once in a while.
I'm in this kind of mood *looks down at "music"*
I wish that someday I could come to an understanding as to how the human mind, and feelings, and all that shit works. They are really messing with me right now.
I wish I could get my shit together. I feel like the entire world is on my shoulders right now and other planets are approaching to jump on the world's back.
What the hell am I gonna do?
I was happy until I got home. Does anyone even read this? I know journals are supposed to be for personal use but it would be comforting to know that people still read this, if not I'm just gonna post blogs on myspace. At least bored people might stumble across them every once in a while.
I'm in this kind of mood *looks down at "music"*