Part 2.
ok, so ive had this stupid lj for a year now, damn i feel so much different then i did last year. a year ago: i wanted to get along with everybody, and didn't like hating people, now ive got no problem with that. A year ago i believed in true love; see previous statement. i was desperate then, im shallow now. i was alone then, im not so alone now. i hated theater then, and i still hate it now. I was a virgin then, im not now. eventhough i was miserable, i hadnt yet really hurt myself. i didn't know the joy of alcohol. i didn't know the joy clubbing. i couldn't drive. and most important, i thought i was really, truly unhappy, which to an extent i was, i just hadnt realized that my unhappiness was self inflicted, until i got what i had been pining away for, and immediatly realized that i have to have something to be unhappy about. when im single, im desperate, when im not single im desperate to get out. i just dont get it. why do i have to make myself unhappy?