| | I don't know why I ever wanted to move there, Chicago. Finally
going there this Saturday made me feel like crap. It's just one
of those things, I guess.
Look, sorry for all these bland, somewhat sulky entries.
This is just how I feel and if it sounds redundant and annoying and
like I'm sad all the time (I'm not!) then, well, I'm not asking anyone
but myself to read them. Yep.
Conversing with a kilt sporting stranger is always nice but not
everything has to have deep felt meaning. Not everything I say or
think has to mean anything at all. It's nice to sit and ponder
and have no real reason as to why I'm doing it. Or to sit quietly
and not be told that the only reason I'm not talking is because I'm sad
or depressed or insane. I like to just ...not.
Today will be the same, even in my boldness, but I'm willing to get over it. I think I might go for a walk...
Peace.
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| | Posted 3/27/2006 11:45 AM - 1 view - 1 comments
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