I know every once in a while, my blogs actually get read. You can't tell me the the 600-something blog views were all accidental. Most, maybe, but not all. Anyway.
There was about four paragraphs of stuff I have sitting here in a word document that, in the end, I'm not actually going to post here. Mostly the product of a typical lonely Friday
night put into words that don't quite string together... shit about the future, how I don't want to be in this place forever and actually go and do everything I've been dying to do, and how I'm actually starting to hate most of my friends. It's not a matter of me not wanting anyone to read my bawwwing and stupid bullshit, because I've never much hesitated in the past. At least not here. It's more of a matter that for once I can't finish what I wanted to say. It gets to a certain point where I keep writing, then totally lose my train of thought. And for once there's really no song, with a little line that sums it all together. Maybe one with no words, or words that don't actually mean anything.
So just know, dear reader, that I had all intentions of giving you something to yell at me about or judge me for. Which for a few (read: most) of you, I wouldn't much care if you did. Go ahead. I know what you're probably thinking anyway, and it doesn't really matter to me.
starting to hate most of your friends ?
I hope it don't invcludes me... hehe but I am not sure you can know what I am probably thinking , because I don't know what to thing myself.
I understand the general meaning of your blog, and I don't really feel like bloging myself maybe for the same reasons.
It was nice to read from you anyway , I hope you are doing fine