I got to keep on moving...

[kissorkillme]

I miss things that I've recently lost. Like a lot of friends. I guess this isn't a time that I'm meant to be going out? It's questionable. I definitely should have done my homework tonight, but I didn't. I'm sick of caring about everything, honestly, I am. But regardless, I will always care, too much in fact. I was always the girl to care too much, sometimes painfully, about others and I will not stray from my roots. I have noticed lately that I'm infatuated with some ideas, like the idea of being able every Friday and Saturday to sit with my father's American Photo magazine and indulge myself in a good read. I'm infatuated with my car, although it smells like poop and is covered in glitter and I'm infatuated with a boy. I don't even think it's like. This brings me onto the subject of teenage love. I have a feeling that only one teenager in the entire LaSalle Peru area is fucking in love. I know her, and I believe that she longs, unfortunately, for a boy that she has yet to see, it will be a long while. But for all you kids who have the hearts and the "I love yous" in your info and myspace and livejournals, get over it, you AREN'T in love, you're in love with the idea of finding love as such a young age. So do yourselves a favor, dump that "loved" one and see if you can live without them. Because you can. Love is not being able to live without them, being in that constant sense of depression not because someone is missing, but because you as a whole are lost, missing in essense I suppose, but it's you, not them. Hasta.

Bai

Edit: My brother called my dad this morning. Things are turning around.