Another night.
Another night, and I'm home after finally being out and about again, after finding out that I'm generally healthy. It's a good thing.
I'm finding myself wanting to tell the internet world to go ******** itself, because there's really... nothing here for me. Pixels are nice and all but it can't compare to real life. As for that, I've realized that those people who I meet have their share of secrets.
Of course I do too, I'm not perfect.
Yet, I knew from the beginning no one could really be trusted online--not that those offline are much better. But here, I seem to be the puppet-master of puppets who had cut the string long ago.
I knew I should have done better in school. Why did I only get sixties in English?
******** you, brain, keep on track. It's nearly impossible to do at times, I've noticed. Well, again, that ends another very pointless, random entry.
That's all.
VanillaDears · Sat Dec 24, 2005 @ 07:02am · 0 Comments |