I have good friends. I also now that I've lost connections. That things have gotten weird and it will never be the same. Oh well. Things happen for reasons. Fate. Destiny. THE MASTER PLAN. Call it what you will but I believe in it all. I know that your head tells you not to do things and to wait for some things. Other times you have to force yourself to do the right thing. Sometimes in my head all the choices get messed up and i get confused and do the wrong thing. It always leads me down a road that I will learn from. I have many adventures ahead of me. I should stop thinking I'm old at 21. I mean seriously I have a lot of life left in me if I can get off this suicide kick I'm on right now. If I can just stop crying all the time and stop lying to myself and making it seem alright. It just sucks and I've run out of steam right now and this entry is being wasted on shitty writing. I will return with some beautiful prose tomorrow. In the meantime, a short short for the masses of hipsters out there.

She saw him from across the room. He was cowboy with long hair messily and purposely left uncombed. She felt like picking the nits out gorilla style right there in front of everyone at the party. Of course, there were made up nits because his hair was glossy and soft. Well, that's what she thought it would be like. He knew her right away. She was Jane. He was Tim. And together they had once been very happy and amazing together. There was something still there. Tim, however, seemed a tad preoccupied with the ass kicking and multitude of so many other cooler people. She felt alone and scribbled in her journal in the corner. She wanted attention and hoped some other prince would swipe off her feet in the hotel lobby but only single parents abounded and drunks with 2003 glasses. Sigh.

Later, Jane crept up in the stairs to find Tim alone.

BLAH. This story sucks. ABANDON SHIP!!

p.s. my mom is going to yell at me. i know it. sigh. i'm an internet junkie. 
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