I'm really very irritated and turned off by the whole subject. I've shed my tears over the matter, and I'm very much done with it. Not over it, no, I'm actually quite the opposite. I get way too heated and emotional and direct about it to be over it, but I'm staying out of it from now on.
Because you see, I've realized I can't force a person to open their eyes and grow up. I can't force a person to accept their current, tiny, minuscule situation in comparison to the many things they will encounter, and especially in comparison to much more horrid things. I'm not even implying grand general things either, like AIDS or hunger or extreme poverty, but more along the lines of sickness in the family or chronic illness or abuse or anything else a Thousand Oaks teenager might sadly come across. And, as I've come to accept myself, I cannot force a person to even ponder these things, because god forbid they were to see how good they have it. God forbid they were to see how they're not the first, nor the last, to go through such an ordeal, and all hell would break loose before they were to notice how others actually handle the same issues.
I know it's a little harsh. But I won't apologize; it needs to be said, I need to get it out, and I know for a fact it won't change a god damn thing anyhow. That would be a leap.
On a lighter note.
I have a magical reading place now. It's mystical and calming and beautiful and everything I've ever dreamed in a reading place. Which I have dreamed about, yes.
Also, I now have a Denny's desert Monday night tradition with Ness, Jaci, Aubrey, and Mimi.
Also, going home from the first of which tonight, Ness forgot that cars need lights shining at midnight and also decided that flashing lights on a cop car behind us don't suggest pulling over is a good idea. ( :] I love you Nessy. It sure makes for a good story.) Boy do cops love us in TO! All is well, of course, because my girl Janessa knows how to charm em.
Keep doing what you're doing baby girl, because you're my girlfriend, and that's how I like you.
p.s. I have a music angel. What's that? It's an angel who leaves me mixed CD's by, not in, my mailbox. Maybe you know him? His name's Arlan Cashier. I hear he can fly.
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When Aubs told me about your guys' Denny's Desert Monday Madness, I seriously cried with jealousy. I'm going to make a guest appearance once night, I will.
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Right, so that's great and all, but it should be MANY feelings, not MUCH.
haha, okay i wasn't kidding but i had to pretend i was, because it was a little much. you agree don't you?
i don't know where the appropriate place to comment you back would be, so i guess this works.
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