i wanted to write in my notebook tonight but i couldnt find a pen, so this i guess is my backup.
Tonight i helped two fighting foes fix themselves. It's sort of ironic considering I cant fix my own life. What gives? I am seriously thinking of just jumping ship soon. Lets get the fuck out of here brent. Go!... this ottawa shit drains you.
You can't even be friends with people without ridicule. The girls you like, dont like you back.
When I go out, I have people say to me "keep smiling", and I know, I do smile, but there is such a huge part of me underneath it all. Only one person ever really knew and she just left me for dead, so where do I go from here? Do i start writing droning lyrics on my guitar? Do I develop a chip on my shoulder?
I thought I could change things, make people better, fall in love, develop close connections, develop something. But i was wrong. As much as i crossed my fingers, nothing ever worked out.
People have so much good in them and they just fucking ruin it. It breaks my heart.
In the words of Mike L: Just stop caring because you are setting yourself up for heartache everytime.
I am done with this rant. I am sorry blog.
GNIGHT
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Saturday, January 20, 2007 at 6:22 a.m.
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