the history books forgot about us.
So I'm here in Portland. I have been for almost a month. I absolutely love it. I kind of wish I had more friends, but hopefully that will all fall into place. I'm learning a lot about myself. It's really good, I'm glad I made this decision. I still need to find a job though...really bad.
I think one of the reasons I came here wasn't the best, but in the end I'm glad that I moved. Maybe he wasn't all bad for me. haha. Moving away doesn't help you forget people, at all. I met a boy, who is a great friend now, but it made me sad that I refuse to let myself make connections with people. Romantic connections anyway.
I kiss people and 9 times out of 10 I don't feel anything. There isn't any emotion. Even when I sleep with people, I feel like I'm just going through the motions. I mean I enjoy of course, but the emotional connection is not there for me. In fact after I sleep with people, I don't want to see them again. One night stands work great, it just kind of sucks sometimes. I want to love and I want to be loved, but I won't let myself.
Oh well right? Someday it will happen.
I need to go study, I can't get a 4.0 if I'm writing a pointless blog can I?
posted by Brightest at
11:06 PM
1 Comments:
history will only forget those who do nothing to be known. even if your name never appears your legacy could be remembered in the hearts of men. you can become the change you wish to see in the world (-ghandi). but there has to be a point of salavation, a moment where what you know and who you want to become collide in a battle for your heart soul and mind.
its your choice. you can change. you can become. you can grow. you can help change and help others become. but its not going to be easy. but it is possible.
-stephen
(boxcar children was my favorite book growing up, i always wanted to run away after i read that story)
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