Planged
What I really want to do is start writing about a bunch of shit. To what end? There is none until life is ended. This is not some suicidal thought or anything. I just usually write and see where it takes me. I miss Casey. I miss a lot of things. I am a firm believer in the "you never fully appreciate things until they are gone" type quote. It is all true. Through time and just living life, I have realized this time and time again. I miss having a bunch of friends. I miss having money. I miss having shit to do all the time. I miss getting so many phone calls I didn't know what to do with myself. I miss people answering my phone calls. I miss not hating the world so much. I have seen so much to make me that way though. Perhaps this is all a repeat of things I have said on this before. Perhaps I don't care. I do only have feelings when I'm alone at night. The only time it's safe to have feelings. When none are around. I would almost feel sorry for any poor girl who i suckered into dating me. I'm too fucked up for that shit. I feel bad for anyone in my life really. I mean to have to deal with their normal lives and have me in it?? I'm sorry to any readers who actually know me. Oh and any anonymous people...put your fucking name. Just a first would be fine. I just hate that shit. Just because you don't have an account, doesn't mean you can't put your name down. And if you do have an account, then that's just weird.
A paragraph has started. I wish my real writing were more legible. I often want to write things down and maybe start a story, but, do to the fact my writing is horrible, I don't. I need a laptop with awesome fucking battery life. I want some sushi. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I'll meet the girl with the spirals in her eyes. Just maybe. A paragraph has ended.
This entry has ended cause people don't like to read anything more than a few lines cause damn americans have such a fucking short attention span....DAMMIT!
Peace and SpRinkLes
SpiRaLzzzz
*end transmission*
A paragraph has started. I wish my real writing were more legible. I often want to write things down and maybe start a story, but, do to the fact my writing is horrible, I don't. I need a laptop with awesome fucking battery life. I want some sushi. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe I'll meet the girl with the spirals in her eyes. Just maybe. A paragraph has ended.
This entry has ended cause people don't like to read anything more than a few lines cause damn americans have such a fucking short attention span....DAMMIT!
Peace and SpRinkLes
SpiRaLzzzz
*end transmission*