when things couldn't be better
Life would be so much easier if I weren't so hard to please. I can't remember the last time I was truly happy, truly content. But then again, do I really want to be content with where I am? Then there's nothing to strive for, nothing to look forward to. But then again, if I'm always looking toward the future, I neglect the present. I'm so unstable. I fall in love too fast. Throw caution to the wind, whatever the fuck that means. And yet, I think way too much. Make a rash decision, then analyze it to death. Why can't I be simple? At least consistent, that'd be nice. This is my first emo entry in a long time. It doesn't make any sense at all, but hey, it's the thought that counts, right? No, not really. We're way too alike. Yet so incredibly different. No, not really. Just a little different. Just different enough to cause a little friction. Which is probably a good thing. This is way too good a thing to even think about letting get away. My life's slipping away. I'm looking at genetic counselling programs and wondering how I can possibly be this old. Why am I so depressed? At least twice a week, with no trigger, it just gets to me. And the rest of the time I'm bitchy, irritable, impatient, and I can't stand myself. I need more pills. My bellybutton's infected, and it really shouldn't be, so I just changed it. It's been a few minutes, so my mood's changed a little. Must be the caffiene. oh well. This is college, we can't stay in a rut for too long. It'll work, most definitely. And we'll be happy. Some people say they write the best when they're depressed. I definitely don't. Nevertheless, I'm not sure why I just said that. That should about wrap this up. Time for physics. This guy needs to go back to the Quik-E-Mart. (Nah, he's not a bad teacher, I'm just bitter cause I suck at physics.)