Some truths

Its hard sometimes to admit the truth. Like telling a friend that no, you don't think that was a good idea. Its hardest to admit it to yourself. Like the fact that more and more, I wake up feeling lost and take longer and longer to shake it. Like how maybe, I have been hinging everything on excitement and neuroses and have instead woken up to the same old. That maybe I am in a rut, and actually enjoy it. That maybe I have overestimated myself.

I can't really decide which of these things made me stay out last night, but regardless, it was definitely not the best idea I ever had. Yes the fact that I was owed beer made it appealing, but why did I stay until 3:30? The beer was consumed by 2:30. I should have taken my leave. I should have said no to the beer. I should have picked up my balls and walked.

I did learn something that will serve me well in the future: people (most people) just want their lives to be simple and uncomplicated. Therefore, to keep everyone happy, keep things simple and uncomplicated. This is where I run into trouble, I like complications, I think they are fun.

Its sunny outside, which probably means it is cold, and I have to have a piercing removed and return Jo's bag. I should also seriously apply myself to my schoolwork. Hopefully this sense of personal displacement will pass.