It's all good
I hate talking about myself. Anyone who browses through my journal will typically see nothing but bitching in the most cryptic manner possible; this is for two reasons.
1. I sometimes doubt whether my reasons for being frustrated are serious enough to warrant my reaction.
2. I get over things fairly quickly, and then regret people realizing I slipped up for a moment.
Now that being said, I have certainly bombarded my journal with angsty posts more similar to something I would have written 10years ago. God i'm old...But still, I have won the battle. As far as i'm concerned, fuck it all. The shitty stuff hasn't stopped coming at me, but I have a better view on it.
I am not interested in things I do not have control over. People come and go, I however am right where i've always been. In my own twisted little cynical mind. So i'm just going to focus on myself. I'm going to get back in shape even more then ever before. I'm going to write only for myself. I'm going to do everything I did for others for only one reason. I want to.
Fuck people, fuck places, fuck whores, fuck everything but me.
Me, I can live with.
"I'm just trying to be someone I can talk to in the morning, with a smile"
I now return this journal to the purpose of bombarding you with super-poop.
superpoop.com
1. I sometimes doubt whether my reasons for being frustrated are serious enough to warrant my reaction.
2. I get over things fairly quickly, and then regret people realizing I slipped up for a moment.
Now that being said, I have certainly bombarded my journal with angsty posts more similar to something I would have written 10years ago. God i'm old...But still, I have won the battle. As far as i'm concerned, fuck it all. The shitty stuff hasn't stopped coming at me, but I have a better view on it.
I am not interested in things I do not have control over. People come and go, I however am right where i've always been. In my own twisted little cynical mind. So i'm just going to focus on myself. I'm going to get back in shape even more then ever before. I'm going to write only for myself. I'm going to do everything I did for others for only one reason. I want to.
Fuck people, fuck places, fuck whores, fuck everything but me.
Me, I can live with.
"I'm just trying to be someone I can talk to in the morning, with a smile"
I now return this journal to the purpose of bombarding you with super-poop.
superpoop.com