sometimes i find it ultimately unfortunate that we as creatures find it alright to react to certain situations in the manner that we do. someone says i love you, and you find yourself troubled by the thought that maybe you no longer feel the same way. i wish sometimes that we could be on the same page, so hearts would beat in time, and people would know when to say when.

sometimes we overindulged in unnecessary pleasures.

i also find it absolutely disgusting that someone would think it was alright to commit to someone else, and yet also search out and ask for and receive love from another. i understand that people fall in and out of love, and that hearts dont beat in time, and sometimes some hearts are ready to move on before others. and that, yes is sad, but is also understandable, we dont all feel the same. i dont understand however how some people find it appropriate to promise their heart to more than one person at a time. love, while it can be shared across time and distance, cannot have the same feelings stretched across people. life just doesnt work that way.

sometimes in life we have to do things that we dont necessarily want to do because it is the right thing to do in the end. (some preaching i should take to heart.) sometimes we have to do things that might not satisfy us immediately, but in the long run will reap the most benefits.




where did all the time go? my freshman year of college is almost over, and i dont know where the weeks went. i am excited that the stresses of classes will be over, and i will miss my friends from here over the summer, though, not nearly as much as i miss my friends from home.

and now that i am at the end i find myself that i came here. i am glad that i hated it first semester, and i am glad that i finally got over myself by second semester to make the friends that i did. i have grown in countless ways, though none can be seen with the naked eye. it is time for summer, and it is time for a break, and it is time for growth and a new chapter.

i am staying at une next year. school is what you can make of it. and i am at home here. i have places to go, and people to see, and too many things to do.


...and nowhere to really end.