so this is life
yeah. I should be doing my quotation essay. But, I'm not. I hate myself sometimes. I just don't understand why people do things. That includes myself. Humans are so weird. I don't know what i believe. I dont whether i think everything i do doesn't matter at all. I think in a sense, nothing i do matters. But then in another view, every little thing i do is significant. These thoughts are most likely triggered by the fact that this morning Veronica wanted to watch a movie with me. She wanted to watch Jurassic Park,but i didn't want to so i said let's go look at the other movies downstairs. She picked the Butterfly Effect and i was like i really dont to watch this. It's really tramatizing. Which of course only made V want to watch it more. So we did. But we didnt get too far bc then my mom came in and okay i dont know i dont know. I am so stupid. I don't know, that movie makes me really crazy and makes my brain want to explode. I get on the edge of everything real. I don't know how to explain myself. I hate the way i choose to express myself. Sorry.