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Aug 28, 2005 21:59

sometimes regardless of how many friends you have and how awesome they may be, it just doesn't seem like anyone cares or even notices when something is wrong. sometimes i just want to be selfish and say what's on my mind. but then i forget who might actually pay attention. and sometimes the support comes from the most unexpected places and not from the expected. strange.
oh, the inconsistency. it keeps hitting me over the head...quite painfully i might add...but at least it makes me remember what's important. interesting to know that i am that same source of inconsistency for others. and at least the not so good things make you appreciate the good. and i guess that if the bad things make you remember what's important, they can't really be all that bad. maybe a little disappointing but then maybe it's alright to be disappointed since i don't even want to be in control. i really like that i know that everything's going to work out so i don't have to worry.
this year is going to be another learning experience, and i suppose that i'm grateful for that because it will come in handy when i'm on my own in college. i like that i know that high school is not forever and that sometimes i can see past the occurrences of teenage life and think about bigger and more important things. i like that i know that i will not be one of those that thinks back on high school as the glory days and that i really do think that i'm using my time to prepare for better things.
and despite the tone of this entry, i really did have a good weekend. i like spontaneous friends. and i miss some. and i really do adore high school, but i just think that there's something about it that clouds everyone's mind and makes them forget what truly matters.
and i think i'm taking another break from livejournal after this because i really don't like certain things about it sometimes. plus, i can actually finish the chronicles of narnia before that movie comes out...which is definitely more important.
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