... Meh.
Tired. School. Soccer. Cold. Wet. My day -.-'
This "journal" makes my life feel demeaned somehow. I'm not saying anything important here. I'm not talking about what I think. I'm not being depressed or having a case of existentialism. What is my purpose in keeping this? I feel the desire to continue this piece of crap, but do not understand it. Have I ever managed to create something or remote importance to store in this blog for all people who find it, to read? I doubt it. I think I've been dwelling on the past too much. It's not good. Rain does this. Normally... I love the rain, I feel nostalgic. I enjoyed running in it today. I couldn't see it was raining so hard. All I did was concentrate on my breathing and the coldness moving in and out of my lungs. When I managed to see again... it was just the continued path of the track. I could see my breathe, I noticed other people. But I was the only one there. Though, I did hear the bells of the church. I still haven't gotten warm. I remember the last time this happened. It wasn't good... any other time, if you would have asked me about the past, I wouldn't have cared. I don't understand why it's an issue now. I'm not even thinking of it happily. I may need help. Or at least to get warm.
This "journal" makes my life feel demeaned somehow. I'm not saying anything important here. I'm not talking about what I think. I'm not being depressed or having a case of existentialism. What is my purpose in keeping this? I feel the desire to continue this piece of crap, but do not understand it. Have I ever managed to create something or remote importance to store in this blog for all people who find it, to read? I doubt it. I think I've been dwelling on the past too much. It's not good. Rain does this. Normally... I love the rain, I feel nostalgic. I enjoyed running in it today. I couldn't see it was raining so hard. All I did was concentrate on my breathing and the coldness moving in and out of my lungs. When I managed to see again... it was just the continued path of the track. I could see my breathe, I noticed other people. But I was the only one there. Though, I did hear the bells of the church. I still haven't gotten warm. I remember the last time this happened. It wasn't good... any other time, if you would have asked me about the past, I wouldn't have cared. I don't understand why it's an issue now. I'm not even thinking of it happily. I may need help. Or at least to get warm.