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:: 2006 21 August :: 10.04 pm
:: Mood: falabhaoegea

Dedicated to: 48 hours
I realized that a lot of the people I know aren't happy. Maybe 90%, 97%, 13%. I don't know, but a good amount of them. And then I realized that's what makes life, life. And then I wondered why life is called life, instead of like, potatoes, or yourface.

My room is pretty gross right now. Like mad yucks. That's because I haven't been making an effort to keep it clean because I knew that I'd have to pack it up one day. And that one day has approached.

I decided that I'm not going to try and be sentimental when I leave here. Nor when I leave anywhere, from now on. I decided it's pointless, but I also decided it will be hard to do.

Last night I was thinking about what I was going to do when I got home. I realized, Man! I have a lot of shit to do!! And then that's when I realized and was afraid of the fact that after I leave here, I will be living a busy busy life for the rest of my life till maybe I'm like 64 or something. And then I got scared and just tried to fall asleep even faster.

Alrighty then.

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