It was an evening I shared with the sun, to find out where we belong.

So, it's almost been a year since my last update. I created this blog, and I guess I quickly fell out of touch with it. I was in college, I guess facebook and myspace were so much more important then. Ha. Well, now I'm back. Good for you all because I love to write and bitch about the unfortunate events in my life. I'm not a selfish person, and maybe I need to be. No one is going to be selfish and self-centered for you, right? So you have to do it for yourself. This journal will be about me, and things in my life. I listen to everyone and offer to help so much, but there's never anyone available to me. Or better yet, they offer to help/listen and just shove me off in the end. Fuck that. Or...wait, what is the sensorship like around here? Should I say fvck that? Who the hell...heck cares. I guess I'll find out sooner or later. What provoked me to start this up again, not just the advice of some friends a while back, but because of last night I was venting to a friend. He asked me to, and what the hell happens, "Well, I hope things get sorted out for you." I'm sitting there thinking, "What the fuck is that?" I spill my guts out to you, because you asked. And god forbid I feel comfortable enough to do that. I'm venting and venting, and in the process I'm trying not to wig out...and all you have to say is "Well, I hope things get sorted out for you??" That's it?? Why did I feel that he didn't listen to a damn thing that I said? So badly I wanted to ask him to repeat one thing that I said and I know that he would not have been able to. I listen to him and his stupid lame ass girl problems, and for once he can't spare thirty minutes to actually listen to me? Fuck that...fuck him. For the record I get angry very easily.

Pay no attention to the numbers that will follow each entry. They hold no significant importance. None whatsoever.


CPS: 24
STG: 22
LTG: May 14-16

Day 1.

B: 0
L: 140
D: 360
W: 4g