I always write when I’m tired… I think the walls fall down when I’m tired or something, but oh well. What’s new with me you ask again? Well, I graduate on I believe June 22nd, my life after that: unknown. I have no idea what I’m going to do. I’m completely idea-less. Last month or so’s been a little testing on me, as I began to get over my what I now label daylight savings time depression a good friend of mine comes to me with some very serious problems, and I’m not sure what to do about the situation at all but that’s neither here nor there. Most of my friends are back and I’ve been trying my best to become a social being again, but its hard I tell you. You go eight months and only have contact with humans on the occasional breaks, you end up awkward, even more than I was to start… And theres a part of me that just wants to be alone, part of me that completely identifies with Thoreau. The part that asks why I should need to even enter society let alone interact with it. I don’t know what to think, I try not to control my thoughts. I spent a portion of tonright reminiscing about elementary school with another good friend. We are on a search to find a girl by the name of Nyssa, whom we went to elementary school with and were good friends with. Jeff actually managed to find a post on a website from 1997 of a response she had written. http://www.learner.org/jnorth/1997/challenge/manatee/0003.html anything newer though is lacking. We haven’t seen her since Jr. High and she just dropped off the face of the earth.
I realized the other day through comments of a person I usually hate, especially for comments that he made about me today, that I am completely mentally immature, and infact a huge ass for it, as my unwillingness to let it go combined with other situations has added to me getting away with things other people would not.