Feb 10, 2008 05:41
My room is a field of sunflowers. (My parents are ridiculous).
I hate people who don't care about things. I often feel I have a choice between spending time with people who care about me, but are generally apathetic and passive, and people who have well defined opinions and motivation, but don't give a shit about me. I've been associating too much with the later; they care about something--even if it's often substances. So I don't do enough with some of my real friends anymore. It's hard to want to stay around people who want to hide or run away all the time. I am a bad friend.
Basically, caring about people and things sucks when no one around seems to care with the same magnitude and scope. More people need to read Franny and Zoey man.
Do it for the fat lady in the back. Cause all you need is love, love, love, right?
family,
ravens,
mes amies,
indulgence