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yeah nothing other than 4 AM boredom... looking through old journal entries... not even just mine, friend's entries too. even though this may sound (extremely) childish, I am sick of never getting my way. Nobody respects my opinion, nobody takes me seriously, and I get the feeling that nobody wants me around any more than I want to be back on drugs. God, I hate drugs... I did some stupid shit on drugs. Let's just leave this at "Don't Do Acid."
God, unimportance is such a horrible feeling x.x
-prepares for a slew of sympathetic comments-
July 19 2005, 18:40:26 UTC 6 years ago
I take you seriously, and I want you around. Your opinion means a lot in my eyes, actually. x.x
Unimportance is a horrible feeling.
And it just so happened that my weird feeling hit right when this one hit you, which probably didn't help either of us out one bit.
I need to read about these damn rabbits again and escape from reality. I recently discovered that I love reading for that reason. I hate reading, but I love it at the same time. Maybe I should just find a book I actually am interested in. Then I wouldn't hate it so.
I love you, Thomas.