Sometimes
Sometimes I feel like writing serious things in this journal. Sometimes I feel liek writing shit coz it is oh so FUNNEH!!11 Sometimes I don't feel like writing anything at all in this damn thing. Sometimes I feel like my life sucks and I just want to escape it. Sometimes I am breathtakingly in love. Then a moment later I feel as if nothing matters and I don't care. Is that bad? I am stupid. I am weird. No one likes me. Everyone likes me. Does it really matter? I am ugly. I am beautiful. Does it really matter? Does anyone really care? What is life? What is love? This is life. And this is love. And love is life, and life is love. And I have life, and I have love.