this is going to be a geek/study weekend, no money. a few friends are having fun. know this, because they went home. and a few of them did other fun activities which i am too out of the loop and broke to be a part of. sick of bullshit, no really really sick of bullshit. want to be a part of something greater than this. not saying 'm better, just feel isolated and under appreciated. the sweater puppies are growing, 'm pretty sure. herbal remedies or modern-day snake oil? enh, whatever works, says sparkle. omitting first person is great, challenges what one thinks of as confessional writing. usually taking out the i's and the me's just makes more fragmented sentences, but this aint for english. no way.
journal question of the day:
what is real to you? friends? love? success?
how do you determine what is fake or what is genuine?
could i get any sillier?
journal question of the day:
what is real to you? friends? love? success?
how do you determine what is fake or what is genuine?
could i get any sillier?
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I think I will go study after I finishing writing this reply.
I do not know what is real to me, I often being to wonder if I am not just in someone else's dream.
I remember watching the movie Jacob's Ladder, and then realizing I will never know if where I am is real or if it is just some dellusion.
However, to me what is real, what keeps me grounded, is family and friends.
The former because they have always taken care of me and have given me unconditional love, for the most part.
The latter because they have chosen to care about me and I have chosen to care about them.
A true friend will know that no matter how bad of shape you are in, that you still love them. A false friend does not understand that, or something.
I will one day make sense.