I turned on the tv, watched an interview on someone. I wish I hadn't.
It feels as though my history has resurfaced its ugly head. I don't know what I'm going to do, or how am I going to react to people. I won't react properly, I know that for a fact. Sorry if I seem distant.
I intend on watching a Sherlock Holmes Film and falling asleep. Hercule Poirot= :D.
My classes have not changed a bit. My life is devoid of disruption in that sense.
I've often wondered what people gain out of blogging.
I try and save the world from it's troubles, but my attempts are so futile. I want to make everyone happy, but I know I can't. I saw one of my good friends [who often is misunderstood] sitting by themselves today, I would have talked to them, but I had some place to be. High school really is a bitch. I've had a good cruise so far, but what of those who havn't?
One day, one day.
Ice ice baby. Scattered.
I am sleepy. :)
I guess its this desire to talk continously about onself- and everything going on about them at the time. It's the freedom to talk without fearing making someone else impatient. Or bored.
Maybe it's just
me.
Monday, November 2, 2009
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