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He wasn't there again today...


What more can I say? I feel like I coul.d say a lot, but then I wonder what the hell the point would be. None. It would be me complaining a lot. I've always said that as each year goes by, I experience the worst thing of my life that year and also the best thing of my life that year. I wondered when the good thing was going to come - not that good things haven't happened, but the One thing that was going to help me remember that there is more to life than school, work and being too comfortable with the things around me.

So, before I get to that point... I guess I can recap what I have been doing for the past few months... After Can left, it was a little hard for me to want to meet new people. Maybe I will get into that sometime in the future but so far I have been doing a good job at ignoring my sinking heart. I am not heartbroken, for I was never romantically interested in him. Besides, he is not the only reason my heart is sinking. Another story for another time. Anyway, after he left I didn't know what to do with myself at my two and a half hour breaks at school. I joined one friend I had, Trish, at a smoking table and have met some of the most interesting people. I'm not sure I like all of them, but I appreciate some aspect of each of their personalities. Honestly, I am not even sure they like me. If you think that I am wild and outgoing and curse a lot... then you haven't seen anything yet - these people are insane. I like it though. It's different. Different is good.  There are probably at least twenty of us that know each other pretty well now and we sort of just have a party every day on this lawn.

Other than that, let's just say that being high is probably another past time that I have. I've learned to function pretty well high. I think the only thing I cannot do is read. Fortunately, I wouldn't consider myself a pot head or a stoner... maybe just "educated" as far as that goes. I don't have a need for it either. Not always at least. I just like looking at things in a different way and being high helps.

Now that I have written the worst blog ever, I will leave you with some nice little poems that I have been obsessed with lately.

One bright morning,
In the middle of the night,
Two dead boys,
Got up to fight,
Back to back,
They faced each other,
Drew their swords,
And shot each other,
A deaf policeman.
Heard the noise,
And went to go kill,
Those two dead boys

When I was walking up the stairs,
I met a man who wasn't there,
He wasn't there again today,
I wish, I wish he'd go away

Sorry so boring, I'll try and do one at least every other day.



Something good has come along. But that is a story for later. I am normally very excited about it, but now I am just tired.



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