I've just started my journal over. Instead of facts about my life, it'll just be my thoughts. There probably won't be any organization to this journal, because my thoughts are disorganized.
It's 3 am, and I'm tired. So let's get on with this thing before I fall asleep on my desk.
I'm just going to type and type, only using the backspace button to correct typos.
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Do something for me. Go outside, tilt your head back, turn it to the side. Look at everything around you. Take in every detail. See the shadows - notice how dark they are in some places, and lighter in the others? And the sunlight. See how it just melts into the ground? Look at the sky, the grass (if there is any), and the people walking by. Get a good look at those people, really look at them. Try to think what the world would look from their eyes. Would they see the world the same way you do? I remember when I was little, I tried to imagine myself as someone else. I couldn't sleep that night. I was so weirded out.
Have you ever said or thought "Oh, he/she acts just like me!"? Guilty. But no one can act the exact same way or think the same way that you do. That depresses me. There's no one I know that I can talk to about my thoughts, so I have to ramble on in a journal on some website. Dude, if there was someone like me somewhere, whether they be boy, girl, or anything in between, I'd be all "HAVE MY BABIES FFFFF".
Yeah, my biggest dream is to know someone MY AGE that I can talk to like this. I know that'll never happen. Because I'm not you, and you're not me. If I was you, I would go insane (no offense owo). I just can't see myself as anyone but me. Nor can I see anybody as me. I'm such a paradoxial mess. I contridict myself. I want, but at the same time I don't. What the hell is up with me?
And that my friend, concludes the prologue of a series of some very strange thoughts.
(I'm not even gonna preview this journal. I'll just go back and change stuff.)
Pipers Socks · Tue Jan 12, 2010 @ 11:53am · 0 Comments |