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Here's the once a year disclaimer: I write things in my xanga because it makes me feel better. Things are more emotional and emphasized for effect. I'm not crazy, just in love with words.
I think I'll always be in love with the idea of love and relationships.
Just the idea.
I wrote this last night when I couldn't sleep. I know I swore not to post anything in my journals, but I like this.
Why do you get up in the morning? What, if anything, is the light of your day? Is it your job? Your best friend? Your lover? A hobby? Your family? When life is absolutely horrible, what is the first thing you run to that cheers you up?
And what happens, if your happiness is invested in one thing? What happens when it leaves? Or when they die? What happens if it is taken from you? What happens if you willingly give that up?
Hopefully, you didn't put "all your eggs in one basket" (or all your songs on an unreliable mp3 player). But, what happens when we do? How dangerous is it to give yourself compleately to a cause, an activity, or a person?
Take a step back.
I've always run to writing when I have that sinking feeling that something's wrong. But every now and then, I'll run to you. "You" being a brother, a sister, a best friend, a boyfriend, a roommate, or whoever I need to call on at the time. I rely too much on other people for my happiness. And when you leave, I realize just how little I have.
I am nothing without other people.
Take a step back.
I have my writing. My hobbies. My jobs. Schooling. My dreams.
But dreaming only soothes so much.
Oh, and I love my friends. Especially Kelly. ;p
I think I'll always be in love with the idea of love and relationships.
Just the idea.
I wrote this last night when I couldn't sleep. I know I swore not to post anything in my journals, but I like this.
Why do you get up in the morning? What, if anything, is the light of your day? Is it your job? Your best friend? Your lover? A hobby? Your family? When life is absolutely horrible, what is the first thing you run to that cheers you up?
And what happens, if your happiness is invested in one thing? What happens when it leaves? Or when they die? What happens if it is taken from you? What happens if you willingly give that up?
Hopefully, you didn't put "all your eggs in one basket" (or all your songs on an unreliable mp3 player). But, what happens when we do? How dangerous is it to give yourself compleately to a cause, an activity, or a person?
Take a step back.
I've always run to writing when I have that sinking feeling that something's wrong. But every now and then, I'll run to you. "You" being a brother, a sister, a best friend, a boyfriend, a roommate, or whoever I need to call on at the time. I rely too much on other people for my happiness. And when you leave, I realize just how little I have.
I am nothing without other people.
Take a step back.
I have my writing. My hobbies. My jobs. Schooling. My dreams.
But dreaming only soothes so much.
Oh, and I love my friends. Especially Kelly. ;p