Well... Emptiness Really.
Bloody hell, I just lost my entire previous post... anyway.. I'll try to rewrite it.
So I haven't updated in a while... I know I know.. Reasons? Because I have a REAL journal. Take that Live Journal!! But seriously... The moment I started talking about it being for me, was the moment I started writing for someone else, and that wasn't the purpose of the journal. Besides, with the real ink, it makes me stop and think about it while I write. Not to mention, the emotion comes through a lot better with the changes in my writing.
To be honest, the only real reason I'm posting is so I can go post on someone else's a comment. I really should be working on a paper right now... By the way, I'm in college now... Kind of scary really... I'm not sure I like it much... Worst part about it, it seems that as soon as I left, everyone started to have problems and troubles all arising. Granted, I know it's not my fault, all the bad (a more egotistical me might think so), but I still feel sympathetic, and guilty for not being able to be there for them.
I'm going back this weekend, and maybe I'll be able to help. I want to be able to help mend some broken hearts, some depressed souls, maybe even ease the tireless runners.. Ooh and even the confused adolescents. I want to be with my friends again. I miss them.
... They deserve to be happy.
So I haven't updated in a while... I know I know.. Reasons? Because I have a REAL journal. Take that Live Journal!! But seriously... The moment I started talking about it being for me, was the moment I started writing for someone else, and that wasn't the purpose of the journal. Besides, with the real ink, it makes me stop and think about it while I write. Not to mention, the emotion comes through a lot better with the changes in my writing.
To be honest, the only real reason I'm posting is so I can go post on someone else's a comment. I really should be working on a paper right now... By the way, I'm in college now... Kind of scary really... I'm not sure I like it much... Worst part about it, it seems that as soon as I left, everyone started to have problems and troubles all arising. Granted, I know it's not my fault, all the bad (a more egotistical me might think so), but I still feel sympathetic, and guilty for not being able to be there for them.
I'm going back this weekend, and maybe I'll be able to help. I want to be able to help mend some broken hearts, some depressed souls, maybe even ease the tireless runners.. Ooh and even the confused adolescents. I want to be with my friends again. I miss them.
... They deserve to be happy.