NO, I’m not tired or giving up… I don’t know even know what to write or why I’m writing.. but this whole consciousness that’s enabling me to put out certain words in an order that makes sense somehow is making me feel far better and alive.. ya , man, life takes a turn and go according to some plan, some plan.. that I dont know about you, but atleast I don’t know.. n this suspense, which should thrill me, makes me freak out.. freak out at every thing that happens.. that doesn’t happen..Am I just kind of a little ambitionless? I love singing, and listenening to music. . and that makes me happy, but but, there are so many things going around, politics, sports, bla bla bla…. ya, what’s the whole point of writing this? Don;t ask me, I don’t know, sorting of maybe venting out, or trying to convince myself that writing something, or anything can bring up your spirit…or whatever, thats just me.. I really can’t pretend and be faking around people , doing things I don’t appreciate, but who cares? If you just say, “aww it’s lovely, I like it.. you’ll be loved by everyone..if love is taken not that seriously,”..
Well I’m end it, things have gone wrong, wrong can be different according to perception, so I felt things went wrong, for some of you , it might not, cause ya.. there hasn’t been anything as specific, just I felt that way, however whatever so happened brought me back to who I really am, and was, and this fact makes me happy..
Do you guys also take pride in that???