Serenity & Agitation. A perfect combination.

I often think.. (duh!) to myself what I’ve ever done to people so they can throw everything back at my face. Like.. really?

I love being on the lookout for my friends, and I often forget my personal pleasures for them, I try not to take sides, but.. they don’t care.

Some shittakes do look up to me, but that doesn’t mean they become my friends because of loyalty but fear, or attention. Can I not have true friends.. any?

Someone that always asks how I am, and means it. Amy’s been good to me, real good. But, I’m sure she’s my friend because of the league we’re both in.

I slowly master this friendship thing. and realize it cannot be mastered, it gets more complex, and nothing works out. My parents cant bear me sitting there looking dead.

Yesterday dad screwed, at nothing, i dunno.. I am fortunate to have a father, but whatever. Anyway.. If there’s one thing I’d like to tell people indirectly, it’d be to face facts, and realize I’m, not a doll, nor a person that stays surpressed.

Okay, enough writing.

I’ve been procrastinating for ages. Homework + Coursework = late nights.

Farewell my second mind.