Came home early from work tonight, haven't been feeling so great. Decided to grab my old journals and read through them. Not quite sure if this was a good decision or not, I definitely have been reminded of some things that I wish I could erase from my memory. But then I get to relive some amazing moments of my life with my family and friends.
Here's where I ended tonight with some random blathering; pretty normal for me:
May 6/08
Why do....
I love being alone?
Rainstorms make me happy?
People believe in God?
People never signal when turning?
I always say the wrong thing?
I let people get to me?
Puppies make me fee better?
I have the urge to drive with my eyes closed?
I enjoy my blankets so much?
I need music everyday?
I sountrack my moods with music and songs?
Boys lie?
Boys suck?
Some boys defy the odds?
Those boys stick with me?
I love him?
I think he loves me?
I keep procrastinating?
I want SO much?
My friends not get it anymore?
I love the First 48 so much?
I have people that love the mess that is me?