Call me cliche', but.....

[lion_heart_john]

Went to halloweenie roast a few days ago. Got drunk before that, so i really dont remember much from it. i remember i got hit with a pic. and there were alot of almost-nude chicks. and i remember getting wet. and waking up the next morning with a really, really bad head ache, which is wierd, because i usually skip the hang-over part. but yeah, saliva rocks. PERIOD. ive been thinking lately. bout alot of crap. bout school, about the choices i make. are they really the right ones? i know all the God stuff is right, but what of the rest? what if the very fabric of my perspective and attitude on living life, having friends, what if its all just strangely corrupted and i cant even see it? i think i was made to ask questions like this, and go through life just searching. continuously for an answer, or answers, on questions that ask more than just three-dimensional inquiries. I will one day find it. im sick of weed. and alchohol. and everything else that smashes my braincells. it just, takes the place of you. with drugs, you put that in the place of who you are, and eventually, when you become addicted, the drugs are just too heavy a weight to lift off and see who you are. living life in oblivion isnt bliss.to some it might be, but not to me.
Call me cliche', but im going to post something now, from a book, that i can relate to.
"But I don’t want comfort. I want God, I want poetry, I want real danger, I want freedom, I want goodness. I want sin"

"In fact," said Mustapha Mond, "you’re claiming the right to be unhappy."

"All right, then," said the Savage defiantly, "I’m claiming the right to be unhappy."

.......word.