4.28.2009

My friends are the best.

And the above statement is said with as much meaning as you could possibly squeeze into five small words. Old and new friends, close friends and simple acquaintances, whatever they are, I love them all dearly. I have my best friends, Jess, Jenna, Jo, and Carter, who are always there when I need them, and I can truly be myself around. I have my group of friends at school, Maggie, Amanda, Casey, Clay, David, Thomas, Mitchell, and a ton of other people, who I can always fall back on. They're always there to lift me up when I'm falling. My friends at church, Wyatt, Genna, Abby, and several others, who I can be honest with, and just feel safe always. New friends, Jordan, Tito, Joey, that I'm growing relationships with, who can always make me smile. I think people take their friendships for granted. Talking about people behind their backs, or just treating people badly. Friends are people who take risks, make sacrifices, to maybe help you become a better person. I find loyalty between friends to be decreasing a lot. I'm the kind of friend who looks past the wrong people do, no matter what people tell me. I'm always there for my friends, no matter how badly they've treated me. I'm blind to people's flaws, and that can be a good thing or a bad thing. I'm not sure which it's working out to be for me, but I guess I'll find out in the end.

Tell your friends you love them- they probably don't hear it enough.

4.14.2009

Nothing.

I have nothing to write about. For some reason, I'm only seeing things from my side. I've collapsed into a selfish person, and I can't get out of it. I'm inconsiderate to my friends and family, and I only care about myself. I barely take time to listen anymore.
Therefore, I can't think. If I do, it's dwelling on or worrying about things. The world to me right now is just...the world. Nothing more, nothing less. It's like life has lost it's meaning to me for some reason. It's frustrating. I don't feel wise or insightful anymore. I'm even getting burnt out on music. Granted, I still enjoy picking up my guitar, but I feel restricted...like I'm stuck in a rut with it. I'm not inspired to draw, write, or do anything. And it sucks. I'm a prisoner right now, and I can't seem to find the key to unlock the cell.

Well, turns out I found something to write about after all.