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So yeah I know I've posted more in my journal than usual for one day,
or even one week. But I'm bored, with no one to actually talk to so
yeah; suck it up and deal.
Sorry for sounding mean, and I don't mean to, but I can't always be
the nice little ditz people either love or hate.
Again I apologize for being rude, but really I don't why I'm apologizing
when this is my journal, I suppose I can't stay mean at people I barely
know who creep on my journal, though really if I seriously cared; I
suppose I wouldn't post anything huh?
So here's a question, what do you do when you decided to take reality
head on, get slapped by reality in the process, and start to break
because of it?
Because honestly, I don't know what to do. I'm the 'go-to' person for
some of my friends when they need an answer to questions, and
usually I can provide a solid answer.
But how do I answer a question I've never had to truly deal with? I've
taken on reality, I've been slapped by reality, but I never started to
break from the aftershock.
Now I know I sound mopey, and some people might think they know
exactly what the hell I'm talking about, because I've told them
the story that is actually slightly related to this.
But it isn't because of what happened in that story that's making me
break.
I not only had to face reality in that situation, but I also had to step
back and view other things that have happened, that I never brought
into reality.
Now I know I'm moaning and whining, but hey, like I said before, it's my
journal, it's my space, and if you don't like it then you can stop
reading my journal.
Or you can deal and go on reading my dumb little entries that I know
you really don't care about, and the only reason you probably read
them is from being bored and that I'm probably one of your only friends
who actively post or even have a journal.
There I'm done ranting... or whatever it was I was doing, and I
probably won't post again for a few days.
Busy y'know?
Thanks for pretending to care at least
(I realize that since there is quite a few words, I'll double-space it for you to read)




**2015 EDIT**
So quickly, does my past self make me want to slap her.
Seriously.
Why did no one ever tell me I was practically oozing desperation for attention?
I mean; yes I was severely depressed back when these posts were happening, and I still am (not severely) depressed.
But seriously.
Someone should have slapped me.