Oct 08, 2007 19:15
here is what i'm thinking:
Life is too fucking short for this.
It was only 4 years ago that i lived with my friends and we laughed all the time and never answered the phone.
Now everythings strains to be ok. Not good or great, just ok. And when it is good its over before you have time to recognize it.
simply, I don't want to be around poison people. I need to find people who are compassionate about life and art. Today i condsidered what my life may have been like had i spent more time writing and growing than drinking and falling. (Not at all implying that drinking makes you a bad person.) Its not important to dwell on these things but to think about them is interesting.
Its easy for me to write this here becuase the people who read this journal fall into the above catagories: compassionate, genuine, creative people who are who they are. its not as easy as you'd think.
i'm starting to realize i don't have to stick to all the decisions i made when i was a different person in a different time at a different place.