Yeah, yeah.
Two quotes. Then I'm done with this.
"The journal is a good way to keep thing to yourself. It's good to help me cut down on talking. The last thing I want to do is talk too much. I always hate myself when I do that. When you work with your confines you are going to have more impact with what you are trying to do."
"Talking with him makes me never want to go back there again. People want to make you feel bad for doing anything it seems. That's fine with me. They don't understand me. They don't do anything except sit and talk and slag and grow old gracefully. I am always ready to say goodbye. Always. If you have problems with me, goodbye, ok? I'll go back home. I'll get a job. I'll get in an unambitious band. I'll practice twice a week. I won't go on tour. I won't do anything. Then will you like me? ... If you do what you want then people burn you. I'm charcoal broiled."
No more LJ. No more trying to keep in contact with people who don't care. Why try? All I do is bother you whenever I IM, call, or whatever. So I won't. I don't need to give you an update on what's going on with me. I don't need to hope you comment. I don't need it. So I'll quit pretending I'm happy, and just BE. I'm not in San Angelo anymore. I need to stop acting like it. I need to move on. Even if that means leaving people who I thought were friends behind. I'll be home next week. Then who knows?
I'm not depressed. So don't worry. I'm not sad. I'm merely discontent. I just want to be able to move on, and not be concerned with how that affects things "back home". If I can call it that. So, I must bid those in the LJ world adieu. Adios.