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I should be happy today or for that matter, everyday. Why am I not you ask? Well thats simple. This is a journal right, so I'll express a little of my mind to you all. I cant help but feel like my life has absolutly no purpose. I try so damn hard (yet no one at all realizes that) but to no avail. It seems as though all the people I assosiate myself with can only see my "goofey childlike" side and give me no credit for being a mature adult ever. Am I stupid or inconsiderate if I'm not always on verbal guard talking about things that only that person would care about? A few people seem to think so. Can you believe this? I try to be a caring person worried about everybodies "feelings" and in turn get labled as "immature". I joke around for fear of being a jerk if I were my normal serious self all the time. Why am I even writing this. I even get critisized for the style of clothing I choose to wear. Of all people who the hell is she to judge. (not Vicki) No matter. Nothing I say or do will be taken seriously by anyone so why bother. Why? It needs to be said, thats why. Oh well another waste of time. I'll only leave this up for until I leave anyway.
 Crimzen Regret · Thu Mar 02, 2006 @ 09:54pm · 0 Comments |
