Recently, I came to a conclusion.
Conclusion: I'd rather fall in lust than fall in love.
Conclusion of the conclusion: I don't make very good conclusions.
I've decided (Hold on, may change in a couple seconds) that I don't want a boy. Whether it's love or lust. I mean, hey, if a surprise comes and it makes me happy, I'll go for it. But for now, I'm content.
It's been a while since I've been on here and I'd just like to make one conclusion that I've found to be true ... And mildly depressing.
Actual Conclusion: I don't know what the fuck I want.
Now that ^^^ is a conclusion. Almost like a conclusion that I don't have a conclusion on anything. I feel better in a strange way though. People seem like they have it all together when they really just want to have it all together. So, uhhh, I shall be the first to say that I have no clue. BUT, I guess I'm starting off with knowing what I don't want. And that's good right?
At least I have my head screwed on right.
And Chelsea, are you happy? Good. We need to chill and do awesome things.
Aaaaaand again. I don't really know why I am writing these blogs. I guess it's helping me figure things out. It feels kinda good. Whether this blog is read or not, I'm going to keep writing. It's like therapy for me. Now all I need is some valium.
Okay, thank you for reading this boring journal entry, if you will. It may get exciting in the future? Fuck it. Goodbye y'all.
"People seem like they have it all together when they really just want to have it all together."
ReplyDeleteYes. I am happy. We do need to chill.