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i can't stand it that so many people think i'm lucky for living the life i'm living. it's taken a lot of pain and trial and error to get where i am, but i refuse to be unhappy and that's all the "luck" i've ever needed in my life. too many people are perfectly content in living meaningless shallow lives and i just won't settle for it. if people would just think as much as they speak... the world would be a better, happier, more logical place. but instead there's just talk and talk and talk. no thanks. i'd rather sit in silence and breathe love than let shit come out of my mouth.
and just now i'm realizing that my journal entries on paper are not nearly as well written as anything i write online. which is a damn shame because i love the raw feeling that putting a pen to paper produces. oh the problems of being a child of a technological generation... just starting to think that i need to be on lj more.
and just now i'm realizing that my journal entries on paper are not nearly as well written as anything i write online. which is a damn shame because i love the raw feeling that putting a pen to paper produces. oh the problems of being a child of a technological generation... just starting to think that i need to be on lj more.