Alright, well, it's Sunday, and uh, there's nothing much to say.
Doing something and not agreeing with it is one thing, but being forced to do something and not agreeing
with is another. What makes everyone else but yourself think they know what's best for you?
Advice is pointless, because you know what to do, you're obviously not an idiot, yet, you still ask.
I guess you just hope that someone will tell you differently than what you know you have to do. That's the simplicity
and idiocy of human nature, YOU KNOW THAT 2+2+4, YET YOU ASK OVER AND OVER AGAIN, DOES 2+2=5?????
There's only so much anyone can do before they can't take it anymore. Whether it's keeping
a secret, pretending not to know something, faking friendships, or whatever else someone does to fit in with the status quo,
or, not lose a close friend. So when you finally let out this secret, are you supposed to feel better? Are you
supposed to be so 'relieved' that you can do anything? Does a magic fairy come and uplift you burden? No, in fact,
sometimes, you just feel the same way.
Nothing seems to go my way.
Mood: Sad
Music: Student Rick-Falling For You
