Each day gets more and more like the last day
I'm in the library at lunch right now. I went to get food, realized I didn't have my card, so I went to sit down. I wasn't there for long...I just couldn't stand listening to people talk about how much their life sucks and how noone cares about them...because it's definitely not true. It's so fucking horrible to hear people say that...I say it sometimes, but I don't say that noone cares (especially not the ones that i know do) and I don't say that my life sucks. I may say that things aren't going too well (like right this second), but I'm DEFINITELY not saying my life sucks. I am so freaking fortunate to have been given the opportunities and liberties that I have in my life right now. Listening to my friends who I love to death, listening to them asy how much people don't care...it's bullshit. What is it? A cry for attention? A cry for help? What is it, guys?!?! Do you need help?? If so, why not tell me? Why not be more obvious, and open about it? It may be hard, if you have problems, but nothing is going to be solved by whining about it? Don't get me wrong, I'm not just placing blame or anything on you guys, I do just the same...
Maybe this entry is mostly for my own sake. My own cry for help. I don't need help, but everyone does need a shoulder to cry on somedays. If you need a shoulder as well, I am here. I don't even expect you to be there for me, but if you do need help...I am here. You can tell me if somethign is wrong...I would do the same with you.
This LiveJournal, here...even if it is a ton of bitching and complaining, even if it is depressing, even if it's pointless. It is my outlet. It doesn't matter if noone reads it. You're reading this at your own will, maybe because you're curious, maybe because you care, maybe just for the hell of it. I'm writing this, why? Because it is my outlet. It is my way to step back into reality and let it all go. It is my way of releasing all of the tension and anger and sadness and frustration...releasing it and getting it out. It is my outlet into reality. It's what's been getting me by since last March.
Frankly, I'd probably be fucked without it.
Maybe this entry is mostly for my own sake. My own cry for help. I don't need help, but everyone does need a shoulder to cry on somedays. If you need a shoulder as well, I am here. I don't even expect you to be there for me, but if you do need help...I am here. You can tell me if somethign is wrong...I would do the same with you.
This LiveJournal, here...even if it is a ton of bitching and complaining, even if it is depressing, even if it's pointless. It is my outlet. It doesn't matter if noone reads it. You're reading this at your own will, maybe because you're curious, maybe because you care, maybe just for the hell of it. I'm writing this, why? Because it is my outlet. It is my way to step back into reality and let it all go. It is my way of releasing all of the tension and anger and sadness and frustration...releasing it and getting it out. It is my outlet into reality. It's what's been getting me by since last March.
Frankly, I'd probably be fucked without it.