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Oh, How The Noose It Swings When You Die. (coldheartedlies) wrote,
@ 2003-11-15 15:54:00
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    Current mood: contemplative
    Current music:How long is the night? - Thursday

    It's all I have to live for.
    I hate these people who are so "happy" with each other. I guess I've come to realize that the reason why I am so bitter towards all of these "couples" is because I wish I could be "happy" like that. I mean, it's a lovely idea when you're not with anyone that you would be happy 24/7 if you were, but once you are with someone, reality sets in and bites you in the ass. Sure, you're happy with the person for a few weeks, but then situations arise and the next thing you know, you're wishing for death for yourself and your significant other. I would love to be with a certain person right now, but unfortunately, things and people prevent that from ever happening. But then I remember that being in "withness" with someone totally sucks and I want to avoid it at all costs. My thoughts are just so mixed up. I guess the point of everything I wrote prior to this is that life sucks, then you die. I think one thing would be really good, but then I think at the same time it will suck, just because nothing in life turns out the way you want it to. Sort of like this book we were reading in comm. [excuse my gayness, but I feel the need for an example.] these people wished on this charm thing that they got 1,000 dollars or something like that. Well, they got their wish but their son had to die for the to get their wish. Nothing good can happen without a shitty consequence factored into it. Damn. Like in soccer this year, sure, we're undefeated, but I totally screwed up my knee for the rest of my life in the process. My dad thinks I should go to an orthopedic doctor for it, but it's not like they could do anything for me that doesn't involve surgery, and I'll be damned if I'm going through knee surgeries. I'd rather just walk with a little limp until I'm 30 or whatever, and then get it. All I need is a strong painkiller that won't make me pass out and I'll be fine. I hate my knee. I hate this friggen brace that I have to wear every day. I hate how I can hardly walk. I just hate everything right now.
    Today sucked. It needs to end right fucking now. The only thing that was sort of funny today was I was looking at one of Greg's friend's info and they had copy pasted the song I had in mine into their's. So I talked to him for a little and he was rather polite. It always feels so much better when people are polite to you, then when they're a total douche bag about everything. I can't wait until playoffs. The sooner they are, the sooner my knee gets better. I can't wait for that.

    I conclude.



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