Mhmm. I've realized. what you may ask? That I'm a idiot thats all. I don't know how to control my life, I haven't been writing in my blog lately (which relieves stress majorly) and there is just too much stuff going on lately.
My grandfather died on friday. April 1st. Which is april fools day. What a perfect way to go for him. I betcha he would of picked that day if it was up to him. but I've decided to do what I know I'm not supposed to. I'm going to forget it happened. Pretend nothing is wrong. Corrupt my psyche. Push all emotions into oblivion. And eventually have another emotional breakdown. Yes, if you noticed, I said another. As in I've already had one. I was about 11. No person should have to go through one of them. Its horrid. My mom didn't know what to do. They thought I should go to the hospital for counselling. Cause the people at the hospital have good pills. Well at least thats my input. But I didn't go to the hospital. I didn't want to. And wouldn't let her take me. I'd rather suffer the emotional disfunctionalness at home, in my room, curled up in a ball staring at the ceiling, fuming silently. But that isn't even close to an emotional break down.
anyway. A new topic. Because I don't want to talk about my emotions. well there really isn't much to say. Other then the normal confusabilities of humans (as usual) and the pope dying.
Oh. We helped people in need if thats of any importance. Some guy locked his keys in his car and was late for work so we gave him a ride and then on our way to my moms work some girl had a flat tire and was late to picking up her kids from karate, so we drove her to the karate place, picked up her kids, and drove her home. With the kids of course. Which by the way were 2 little eleven year old boys. Obnoxious. Hyper. Not at all tired out from karate, little boys. Scary little beings you are. I can remember being in grade six. It wasn't all that long ago. And the guys I hung out with were nothing like that. Then again these boys were better raised then my friends. Oh how I miss them. Even cody, suffice to say. Stupid little ingrate. but still a source of amusement. Well I must go. Because I am tired of writing. and don't want to save this as a draft.
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And like a kidney stone, this too shall pass. Sorry, the warped humor that I am privied to...
Feelings may be suppressed in other ways than forgetting they've ever happened. I try to make peace with mine, but I suppose I shouldn't give such great advice that I can't seem to follow. I have issues, too, but not that keep me from functioning... I hope...
Helping people out is always good. Something I wish I had the ability of doing more often.
I had something profound to say, but on account of my being rushed, I'll post it later.
profoundness is fun. you better post it.
I dare ya. Goodnight shadow. Get eaten by cats.
Oh yeah. Going through something emotionally trying isn't a bad thing. Only if you fail. Tests of strenght are only bad when you fail in some debilitating manner.
If you view everything negative as a test of strength you will naturally seek it out as a challenge to overcome. Adapt and overcome, 'tis the way of all life. Adaptability = Survivability. Anyways, I think I'm done now.
for someone who prides themselves on spelling your having a rough night.
I've never actually really prided my self on that. At least not since about the fifth grade. You're the one that said "You're so litterate!"
And I don't claim to be perfect. Though I am intrigued why you would say that to be perfect is to be defected. I'll nail you down on that one later, though.
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