heavy thinking; do too much, and then you'll fall
Sometimes I wonder where exactly my life is going. It seems like most of my friends have Plans, or at least Ideas, things they're going to do with their lives. Right now, all I want to do is finish high school, and then college, and then, well, and then I don't know what. Live. Get a job. Do something fulfilling. What exactly would that entail? I don't know.
I know I'm supposed to be patient. Let things work out, because they will, somehow. Despite my overbearing pessemism (is that how I spell the word? I can't tell), even I have to admit that things usually do. Life will go one, whatever actions we take. It may be harder, darker, or crueler, but it will go on. It always goes, and therefore we endure. We get through whatever we have to, like it or not.
I know that, damnit, I know that, but still I worry. Or think, which amounts to just about the same thing.
Where do I walk after this is finished? Why am I the way I am? Why does my mind work the way it does?
Why can't I relax and have a normal conversation with people outside of the net?
Ha, ha. That's just pathetic. Why should I do this? Why write this down? I should keep it in my head.
Even I don't know that. Maybe I just want the attention. Probably want the...I don't know, not sympathy. I don't want that.
Huh. This is utterly random.
I know I'm supposed to be patient. Let things work out, because they will, somehow. Despite my overbearing pessemism (is that how I spell the word? I can't tell), even I have to admit that things usually do. Life will go one, whatever actions we take. It may be harder, darker, or crueler, but it will go on. It always goes, and therefore we endure. We get through whatever we have to, like it or not.
I know that, damnit, I know that, but still I worry. Or think, which amounts to just about the same thing.
Where do I walk after this is finished? Why am I the way I am? Why does my mind work the way it does?
Why can't I relax and have a normal conversation with people outside of the net?
Ha, ha. That's just pathetic. Why should I do this? Why write this down? I should keep it in my head.
Even I don't know that. Maybe I just want the attention. Probably want the...I don't know, not sympathy. I don't want that.
Huh. This is utterly random.