chillin to thoughts of slumber
I'm kinda just being me right now. If enjoyment brought happiness, would I be happy right now?
I am very tired right now and I may not comprehend all that my fingers
type out as they crawl across this board. The past few days have
been...interesting, to say the least. I realize what I want and I
realize I can't have it. It's a vicious brakethrough.
Wouldn't it be better if pain waited until we were up from the last
fall before it decided to kick us down again?
I guess I make things more dramatic as I write about them, but isn't it
just more interesting to read? Tell me if I wrote about how
amazing things are and how awesome life is...wouldn't it make people
sick? Wouldn't it make people hate the person who appears to have
a wonderful life? People love sad stuff, people are morbid, right?
I don't know...I love people, I love to watch people, I love to see
people do nice things for eachother. Like the time I see someone
hold open the door for someone else and then I find myself walking
straight through a door without pausing to hold it. Sorry all who
have had a door slammed on you. But isn't it funny how there is
only one person who will even be reading this? And I know exactly
what she will be thinking as she reads it. I think it's
great. Don't quit.
I don't allow for life to be different because it would then be no
fun. Because as the hard things come they make the good things so
much better.
G'day.
I am very tired right now and I may not comprehend all that my fingers
type out as they crawl across this board. The past few days have
been...interesting, to say the least. I realize what I want and I
realize I can't have it. It's a vicious brakethrough.
Wouldn't it be better if pain waited until we were up from the last
fall before it decided to kick us down again?
I guess I make things more dramatic as I write about them, but isn't it
just more interesting to read? Tell me if I wrote about how
amazing things are and how awesome life is...wouldn't it make people
sick? Wouldn't it make people hate the person who appears to have
a wonderful life? People love sad stuff, people are morbid, right?
I don't know...I love people, I love to watch people, I love to see
people do nice things for eachother. Like the time I see someone
hold open the door for someone else and then I find myself walking
straight through a door without pausing to hold it. Sorry all who
have had a door slammed on you. But isn't it funny how there is
only one person who will even be reading this? And I know exactly
what she will be thinking as she reads it. I think it's
great. Don't quit.
I don't allow for life to be different because it would then be no
fun. Because as the hard things come they make the good things so
much better.
G'day.