Sometimes I don't know why I have a physical journal to write in as well was a cyber diary to type everything in. It's odd cause it's basically the same thing... but not. I guess there's just different satisfactions of having the two. This is probably my millionth blog on the internet. I don't know, I just grow out of certain feelings I guess. Change it up, forget those moments and start a new chapter. Does that make sense?
As granny as it is to say: It's way past my bed time. But I can't sleep and I don't want to continue watching Skins all night. I don't know what else to do with myself except for this. So if this is all jumbled and doesn't make too much sense... I guess it's not supposed to.
I hate to sound pessimistic or carry on negative vibes, but life is shit. Well not completely, but I could be doing so much more with it. I can't dwell on a shitty life forever though. It is how you make it, right? I'm trying to be positive and get my life in order... I just feel like I have to make big changes that I don't think I'm ready for yet. Just a bit longer in my comfort zone, yeah? That's just pathetic and lazy of me though. Oh why don't you grant me with some motivation and I can do great things? Shape up, girl.
Let's be carefree and not give a fuck what anyone else thinks. Let's just live and be happy and satisfied with what we've got.
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