October 25th, 2011
I like to think that people come in and out of our lives for a reason but lately I'm having a hard time believing that. Believing in much of anything actually. What is the point if everything is so random and excusable? I used to think that I would always find an answer, find the way, that my heart or my head would lead me in the right direction but now both are just swimming in circles. Maybe I'm pretending to be someone I'm not. I should probably just relax. I have a tendency to complicate matters, sometimes intentionally but more often not. Alright. That's my three minutes of free time to write my thoughts out. Time to go out to dinner now.