Why?

Ok, I never understood why people have to repeatedly say that they are cool and awesome. I knew a girl back home in New York who every time I was around her would mention how cool or awesome she was. I'm sorry, smart OK, but cool? Not really. Either her friends would think she was cool but everyone else really hated her. Because a majority of the time she was a bitch. Tell me what I did was wrong but didn't realize she did the same thing only a million times more. I really feel like spilling my guts about people I knew and just didn't have the guts to say anything to their face. Pussy? Not so much. But I'm not one to lower myself to tell someone how much they suck, because most likely at that point I did too.

People change. I'm changing. I'm starting to realize more than anything. I think back and I say "Why did I do that"? I guess I really don't have an answer because at the time I knew what I was doing and why I wanted to do it.

I'm really starting to get sick and tired of people saying other people are fake. I really want to say "And you never are?" It like makes me twitch when I hear it because everyone is fake about something.

I'm just so full of questions I could keep asking and never finish.

Not enough people love themselves. It's actually really sad.

I wish I was more creative to write a story. About all the things that annoy me. Then I won't have to think of them anymore, because once I bitch and vent it's gone. And I never worry about it again.

I really don't care if people have a problem with some of the things I do.

I don't even have to turn on my iPod. A house a crossed the street has their music blaring because they are having a party. So right now I can hear Journey from all a crossed the street. We live in a main drag too. Not that I will complain because Journey is a favorite of mine.

I'm actually sitting here thinking of things to talk about because my head is so full I need to release some things.

It bothers me when people don't have manners or have a personality. Coming off as a cold heart bitch doesn't get you anywhere, sorry.

Isn't it weird how when your reading a book and the author mentions exactly what people are truly feeling and you raise your head and say "Wow, that's really true". And you never even knew it. I want to be like that.

I think I'm going to go on 43 Things and add to the list of things to do. Keep me occupied until Christopher comes home.


-Erica the Daydreamer