The Untitled

I feel is though this entry isn't worthy of a title. Because, not everything is worth thinking about. Sometimes, I sit back, and I try to just think about the good things in my life. I think about them briefly, before quickly running out of things to reminise upon. Being so deeply endulged in my thoughts, I ponder to myself "There aren't really many things worth looking forward to anymore". I guess its the that my mind has be tainted, and spoiled to believe that I'll always have what I want, when I want, and how I want it. Honestly, I'm beginning to see that I have been sadly mistaken.

Its amazing how quickly something can be snatched from under you. Before you know it, but down, on your ass, alone and stupid, unsure of what to do, how to react, and how to feel. You attempt to move on, because as previously stated, not everything is worth thinking about...Or is it? You try to convince yourself that this situation isn't worth time, thought nor effort, but if it truly isn't, why do you catch yourself still ruminating; still thinking about how things could've been different.

One can't help feel hopeless after have their EVERYTHING taken from them in an instance. No longer having hope and confidence in your future, but you now find yourself wish from luck, crossing your fingers, thinking of clovers. But in your mind, you begin to doubt. Doubt your prayers are being heard, doubt your wishes are being granted. You want to give up, because the future is no longer in sight because you can no longer see whats ahead of you why? Because silly, now instead of being on your ass, you've been pushed over, and find yourself on your face. You attempt to brush yourself off, but the scars are there. The blood, sweat and tears, have left their humble appearance on the ground in front of you....

Life was created to be hated. I've learned that you shouldn't really depend on people to make you feel good, because in the end, although they mean to be helpful and considerate, all people do, as humans, is knock you down...

This note is dedicated to no one..based off nothing, but just something i've been thinking about.

(Sorry Erica, I know you called, but I'm really in no mood.)