I'm awash in memories right now. Bittersweet memories. Thank you iPod gods for giving me Dido and Nora Jones back to back. Of course, I never had to put them on my iPod in the first place, and I could have skipped over them. I guess I knew what I was doing. I wanted to remember. Maybe I was hoping one day they'd play and I wouldn't think or feel anything. Maybe I was hoping I'd always feel how I feel right now. I don't really know what my motivation was, or is.
I don't know where I'm going. I'm adrift without an anchor. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe I'll drift somewhere. Maybe being adrift is just how I'm meant to be. Maybe I need too much. Maybe I'm too difficult to deal with. Maybe I've got a fire inside me that burns up the fuel inside other people until there is nothing else left for me. I don't know.
Sometimes the most intelligent thing you can do is just admit that you don't know. Well, I don't know.
I shouldn't have wrote this. I've got private places to write stuff like this. Places where it won't make anyone uncomfortable.
It's ironic that we live in a world in which honesty is praised as a virtue until someone actually practices that virture. Then it's called cruelty, or rudenss, or a lack of tact.
Well, I was born a bastard. It shouldn't surprise anyone if I live up to it.
I don't know where I'm going. I'm adrift without an anchor. Maybe that's a good thing. Maybe I'll drift somewhere. Maybe being adrift is just how I'm meant to be. Maybe I need too much. Maybe I'm too difficult to deal with. Maybe I've got a fire inside me that burns up the fuel inside other people until there is nothing else left for me. I don't know.
Sometimes the most intelligent thing you can do is just admit that you don't know. Well, I don't know.
I shouldn't have wrote this. I've got private places to write stuff like this. Places where it won't make anyone uncomfortable.
It's ironic that we live in a world in which honesty is praised as a virtue until someone actually practices that virture. Then it's called cruelty, or rudenss, or a lack of tact.
Well, I was born a bastard. It shouldn't surprise anyone if I live up to it.
harmless5785:
I think I've done the same thing before. Not with music, but the same concept. This website for example. I never really understood the point of private journals. I guess maybe just to get thoughts out of your head, but it seems you would want input from outsiders. Your camping trip looked like a good time. I would've totally spied on the couple hooking up too! 
My sister took my tent and I never got it back. Bitch. I never ate steak when I went camping... We had junk food for obvious reasons. 
My sister took my tent and I never got it back. Bitch. I never ate steak when I went camping... We had junk food for obvious reasons.