Life: n.; something that involves getting out of the house, smiling, laughing, entertaining chaos, fun in general; something that I need to start having more of.

I think I'm supposed to be sad right now. Heartbroken, crying, all that stuff.
I'm not. Not even remotely.

Funny how that happens.

Why is it so fucking hard to find a few minutes to call me, or to respond to an email, or to send a myspace message, or something??

Or maybe I'm just not important enough anymore.

It's weird to look back at old journals and Xanga entries from a year or two ago. I found some things floating through my computer files from 2005...and I must say, I was a suprisingly deep-thinking fifteen year old at times. There are things from way back then that still made me feel...well, odd to say the least. Like, "whoa, I wrote something like that?" And there are so many things that I've forgotten about. I hate that, I think I've forgotten so many more things than I actually remember, if that makes any sense. I should write things down more often.