You write such pretty words,
But life's no storybook.
Love's an excuse to get hurt.
And to hurt.
Do you like to hurt?
I do, I do.
Then hurt me...
Like one of my best friends told me last night, "Enjoy every single moment life gives you; & if you don't think about it so much, you'll have more fun." It's true I suppose. But we also decided that you can't be happy all the time. Sometimes shit happens and you just need a good cry.
I needed one tonight.
But okay, I know my life is good. I'm organized, doing well in school, enjoying my friends' company, balancing my time, and being responsible. And I am very content with it all. It's just that there is something missing. I feel it. And I wish I knew what or who it is.
I can honestly say that the most frustrating thing is knowing exactly what you want; and knowing very well that you may never get it. Oh but wait, more frustrating than that is knowing that there are those people who could get what you want just like that.
Tonight I found out that my cat that I've had for 12 years has cancer and has to be put to sleep sometime this week. Sure, you can make fun of me all you want, but this means more to me than you think. It's like, a part of my childhood dying. And it's upsetting. Really upsetting actually.
I think I might go public for a little bit. See how I like it.
Sigh. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I will.