just now
alright so im trying to get the invitations done for my party now. it's greatly frustrating fun!

ever get that feeling that you're walking on eggshells with everyone you're around. like...you do one thing and theyll want you to leave and not see you for a good month? i knew tonight would be bad. i kinda wish i had my friends back. i'm glad they're happy, but it's sad, really. i suppose you cant hold on to people forever, of course you cant. but then theres the people you could hold on to for just a bit longer, like your favourite english teacher who you know could teach you so much more. the thing is, you dont cherish your english teacher the way you do amazing friends.
the issue with hanging out with smart people is you always kinda feel dumb, although, you could do nothing but learn from them. it's the same with a great friend. you feel horrible because you cant return to them the purpose they set in your life. somewhat like a car crash, you can never fully remove the imprint although the danger has gone.
of course, a natural reaction when you have such a dent is to search for the guy who drove off after hitting your passanger side door after his ice cream at culvers. soon you realise htat the fight is useless, because he's not the only one with a blue sedan at about that height. but he's the only one who hit you, and you remember him.
so maybe thats what im doing. i want something as great as ive had, from everyone. but its so hard to find just right. and when youve come across something thats an okie substitute, like splenda, you decide alright, if thats all there is, then sure, ill take that. of course, as with all substitutes, you quickly realise its hardly as satisfying as the real thing. throw away that coffee and ask for a fresh cup, black, please.

sorry i changed metaphors. im almost angry. almost. anger is the easiest emotion, although i feel the guiltiest for having it, depending on the circumstances.

so i guess, thank you. you know who you are. but you dont read this, and so i guess you wont know. and to everyone, ill try to be more reasonable in my actions so as to not irritate you, because, honestly, you know i do.

by the way, honesty and sincerity are entirely different things. people generally conclude that all sincerity is honesty, although mostly true, the opposite is false, but also assumed. who has heard of honesty as a bad thing. while i was straightening my hair, i decided that i am kinda like the thing. you want to be hard as stone and appear unbreakable, but really have emotion inside. you could be ideal. but rather, those things that are sought after like greek art are also frustratingly difficult to accept.

at the same time, as horrible as i feel for making people angry, ive got this other frustration wiht myself. you know how youll buy someone a twenty dollar gift that you actually cared to think about and decided was perfect and they would cherish it forever? but then they bought you a card that simply says "good day" and signed, not sincerely, but in the car at the stoplight of sixty and milwalkee? oh and its got a wrinkled ten dollar bill in there that you know he pulled out of his wallet in the driveway and tried unsuccessfully to flatten across his leg? thats a bit like what it feels like. i dont mean money wise, because honestly, i dont care htat much about money. it's things that you do because you want to, but also because you know that's what you would want.

i guess not everyone's like htat though. i dont know. i doubt im actually as much as i think, just becuase i have a bit more of an ego than id like to admit.

well, if you actually got through this, good night. ill send you an invitation.

Are you in a Solitary Shell?