..But Alot of Sincerity Is Absolutely Fatal!
Well, it is finally the weekend. Much needed. I finally remember why I never clean my room. I came across all these things while cleaning it today...pictures, old binders, journals(I forgot I had ever even had a journal). And as great as nostalgia can be, it's also depressing at the same time. God, I hate nostalgia. Dagny started talking to me again today. We weren't fighting or anything, just didn't talk all summer..kind of drifted apart. We used to be really close. I never have the same friends for long periods of time. Everyone just changes alot. I've been told that I have changed alot too. And I don't know how I feel about that. If change is always for good, in the end it is, most of the time change is made for progress. I guess I used to be alot different and I can see how I matured. I used to be really spiteful, which is just stupid. I'm really happy that I'm not anymore. I'm listening to this wonderful mix cd that David gave to me a long time ago, it has these really good songs on it, but he never writes down who the artists are so I can never find out who did the songs. Sorry to bring that up even though you have no idea what I'm talking about. I haven't listened to The Smiths in a while. I haven't found anything lately that's really matched how I feel. Which is ultimately what I want. I should really just stop being fucking lazy and make what I feel. I really want to get out of this house. If things keep going the way they are I'll prolly move out sometime next spring and finish highschool elsewhere. Well that's all for now kids, so sing sweet again.
jenny san fransisco