Perhaps I did complain about my friends. I didn't quite mean to. I just meant that I wish I also had friends interested in picking up a bloody book one day and telling me what they thought of it. Or someone who actually knows what is going on in the hockey game (or come to mine?). A little more of that.I love my friends, I really do. But I quite sure my lack of drinking and smoking (oh and sex)...

I always remember people whether I've met them in person or not. Perhaps not always their name or looks, but I do recall their personality, situation, if they are a friend or not. Which makes me wonder if anybody ever remembers me back. There are tons of people on Mibba I've met, and re-met, and had friendships with (and still do in some cases), and some I just never see again. I sometimes wonder...

It feels forever ago that I've written anything; journals, poems, short uncompleted stories.___I'm constantly rushing, doing so much, and even the time I take to enjoy is rushed and definitely not relaxed.I'm angry and I'm worried. I'm angry at friends for acting stupid -which is a result of writing here since none of them read this, thankfully- and which also leaves me worried at times. One thing...

So I'm just gonna write about some random crap that y'all probably really don't give a damn about... But it'll make me feel better for the fact I got it out... Cause you know sometimes it's just easier to write to no one rather than tell people... that way no one is really gonna get pissed, or try to talk to you about it, or try it fix it.... Though feel free to comment, I do like help. :)So first...