Sitting up in my room alone for first time in awhile made me think, a lot. What do I think about? I think about my life, and i think about the things i've held on to, and dwelled on and suffocated myself with, to the point i could barely breath let alone function, and why? to pass the time i guess, everyone's always searchin for a deeper meaning, or something to make them happy and the truth of it is, its just greed tugging at your skin. Look at the people around you, the places you go, the enviroment you're in, let go of everything else and realize that everythign you do, you have control over. its an amazing feeling. i couldnt be more thankful for the life i lead, or for the fact that i'm able to breathe. and while some could say, "you don't have it all" the thing is, i do. i might not be in a relationship, i might not have alot of money but all of that doesnt matter, because the moment i make one person smile, for that 1 second, i gave that person happiness. Everytime i make a guy laugh, to see that glisten in his eyes, that look that they give me, the softness in their voice, for that 1 second i'm loved, i'm fortunate to make that moment happen over and over everyday, and one day i'll be able to share that passion with someone that truely appreciates it and that makes everything ok. so what is left to be upset about? am i ok? of course i am breathing aren't I? OH. and fuck bitches that start shit. Start again, I dare you. It will be a reanactment of last time, baby. :]