Hate, no reason
And so I’ve realised that it’s too hard for me to think about what others want. I’m tired of understanding hidden messages, letting myself stepped on just for the sake of illusions and being a better person. I’ll care just for the ones that really mean something for me. I’ve left most of my friends drift away, because I was too dazzled with the new people in my life. Why do we torture ourselves with stupid worthless crap and not enjoy the things we have and respect us? I’ll put this question in a box with the rest of my teenage questions (E.g. Why does life exist on Earth?) and move on.
Getting to things that make me smile; I got the latest EMP magazine, and it’s got Tool on the cover, beat that :>. It’s the 4th year in a row now since I receive ’em catalogues. Too bad I lost the 1st issue on 2006, I’ll just have to do with the 2nd one now *sigh*. I shouldn’t whine since it’s for free.. but heh, it’s in my nature 😛