Sometimes, the things that someone needs to say have already been said by someone else.
Thanks, Bob.

There's this little game I play every day.
At night, just before bed, I lay down and pull off my socks.
I throw them at my hamper, which is across the room and in a corner. You'd think that I could get both socks in every time by bouncing them off the wall and into the hamper.
But no.
Every single day, it's only one sock that lands in that hamper, and one will inevitably either miss, or bounce off the wall and behind the basket, or something else ridiculous. The other day I was so confident that both socks would make it into the hamper, and then one got stuck to THE WALL. HOW DOES THAT HAPPEN.
Hahaha
Anyway. It's an entertaining game, and I just threw my socks across the room. And today...
both socks missed.
Man. Cotton has such a horrible amount of air resistance.
Or something.
Seriously, my aim isn't THAT bad.
:)

Sometimes, when I write, it's to release an emotion. You know, a way to release any sadness, anger, or joy.
At the moment however, it isn't such. Right now I'm feeling tired, but not tired enough to sleep, and I really don't feel like DOING anything.
So I figure that writing...er...typing...would be something to take up a few minutes of my time and help me relax.
Perhaps I should be asleep, perhaps not. I can't exactly decide.
The past few days have been fast, but they feel slow. I wake up in the morning, shower, get ready for my day, and as soon as I know it, I'm crawling back into my bed again for more sleep.
Perhaps I'm feeling stir crazy. Or maybe I'm lonely.
But when I'm given opportunities to get out of my house and, you know, DO something, my motivation disappears.
It's not that I don't want to, it's just that I feel so out of my element. I know that being outside my comfort zone is somewhere that I should be pushing myself to be in order to discover new things, but right now, I'm totally content with just relaxing and not needing to do anything.
I'm worried about school next year, although I know that I have nothing to worry about.
I'm just....I'm not ready to grow up. I don't want to.
I know there's nothing wrong with feeling like a kid forever, but the next thing I know, I'll be graduating and looking for work. And THAT scares me.
I think I'm dwelling on this to much.
Yes. I shall sleep. Goodnight, internet world.

Some people really just need to get over themselves.
At least, I think there's some that just don't get that holding something really stupid against someone is ridiculous.
I mean, in the end, we all need to let go of our anger in order to let go of a person, don't we? What's the point of holding a grudge when all you're trying to do is forget about that person?
I mean, when you're angry at someone for something they did...even if it was a long time ago...you're really not letting go of the ties you had with that person. Eventually, one of you forgets about all of it and lets it go, and the other is tied to that person until he or she can forget about whatever it was that was wronged.
In order to find peace, don't we all need to just let go of our hurts? Our wrongs? Wrongs against ourselves or to others?
I really don't get it. There are some who hold something they know absolutely nothing about against me. Some who never had the courage to say, "Hey, maybe we should talk to Leah about this." There never was anyone who had the courage to stick up for me.
Friends? I thought so, at one point. But the gossip tree screws everything up.
I'm better off, but that doesn't mean that I'm not sorry.
I've let it go. You've moved on, quite fast, might I say, so what's the point of staying angry?
See, this is why it never would have worked. Immaturity is one of the biggest turn-offs ever. Sure, we share a lot of interests, but you really don't get it, and considering your behavior now, I don't think you ever will.
So I suppose I'll have to deal with you being angry with me for the rest of your life. I'll forget you, but you never will.
In order to find peace, you're really going to need to let it all go.

Things have been...different.
It feels like I'm daydreaming more often than I'm really living.
Sometimes the way I feel I'm sharing myself isn't enough. I think I can do better. I know I can.
But a big part of me just doesn't want to, because I'm afraid to get hurt.
I know there's nothing wrong with fearing hurt, but I know that I shouldn't. I know that in the end, there really isn't anything to be afraid of.
Logic is what keeps me from sharing the little things. I just don't want to push too far.
But shouldn't I be able to? I know I can, but what is it I'm afraid of?
I don't even know how to answer the questions I'm asking myself.

I just want one man to show me that they're not all the same.

It's that simple, isn't it?

As I look back on all that's happened...growing up, growing together, changing you, changing me -- there were times when we dreamed together, when we laughed and cried together. As I look back on those days, I realize how much I truly miss you and how much I truly love you. The past may be gone forever...and whatever the future holds, our todays make the memories of tomorrow. So, my lifetime friend, it is with all my heart that I send you my love, hoping that you'll always carry my smile with you, for all we have meant to each other and for whatever the future may hold.

I just thought this was beautiful.
It makes me think of what's to come, really. College starting up again, only this time not just for me.
I hope for the best, and hope that we stay strong.