||[Oct. 23rd, 2004|12:12 am]
|||||Frou Frou - Let go||]|
You know when things are happening and it's almost like you don't really give a fuck. No, that not the right word. It's more like you are a Zombie, no that's no it cause you do care about what you are doing. It's almost like you are stoned. You care about you, and you do things you want to do, but all the things around you are just a haze that can't grasp. It's weird, everyone hasn't been looking at good as much as the bad. I can't even find the good in life. I'm just a stoner surrounded by a haze of confusion, and I don't care. I don't care about trying to understand, and make things better. I've had issues, but didn't want to talk because I knew that others didn't want to talk, and no one has talked to me. It's weird all that I just wrote I read it and it sounds so down beat, but I don't feel down. I feel like a 100 piece puzzle that has 98 of it's pieces in place. I don't know why I type this out and post it for everyone to see. I write it for me now-a-days and it's not like anyone really reads it, and I don't blame them. I don't even like reading my own shit. Goddamn that sounds like I want pity. No one wants pity, they want someone to heal their bruised ego. I should just make this private, but then I feel like I am cheating everyone of knowing me. I always feel that way when making things private. I don't want to hide anything I should make my private thoughts public. So that all this makes more sense, or less. Who cares I'm letting it out. Here are the entries:
There they are. Someone those don't sound write and some were written long ago. I really hate Live Journal right now.