February 13th Revised...
"Neat." a journal... why do I have one?... I don't know.... a place to cry out to all the poor little souls who've been shat on... despirately seeking some sort of consolement, a channel to reach others on and recieve sympathy from?... blah, I'm not depressed... I have no reason to write... the number one thing people talk about is omg my life sucks "waaaaa... " a place for people to get their hatred out without actually confronting anyone... it's sad that the people who read this journal act like they don't care, but they do if they're reading it.... What will become of me? Who knows, I don't give a shit, as long as I'm alive it doesn't matter.... *sigh* Holding on to dead dreams, holding on to ties cut long ago, just a bit of braided rope left in my hand. At least I'll always have my Aaron, bestest guy friend A guy could ever have, and Christine, the sweetest girl I've ever met... moving away, I hope we stay friends. I'd hate for all that time spent together to just be for not... I'm probably going to wind up trying to visit her whenever I can find the time in what's going to be a busy assed schedule after I take care of my financial situation. It is just a matter of moving out to get away from the hell of a life that's unfolding for me... wow bankrupt parents, sister who's going to grow up and have a chemical addiction... smelly people... no respect for what they put in their bodies... Oh well... who am I to try and change them... No point in it now...