i feel like i am a good person. yes, i am messed up, but i don't do bad onto others.

but why can things never seem to go my way, for once even. Just a little bit would be nice. 

but no. it never happens. when can i get a break? seriously?

i may seem organized and all put together on the outside.

but inside,

on the inside, i really am a mess.

friends are all things that are precious.

im an only child, and i guess that is one of the main reasons i love my friends so much.

i would go through stormy seas to make sure they are happy.

but sometimes i forget to make myself happy.

not good. not good.

sometimes you just got to be a little bit selfish to keep yourself sane.

It's crazy looking back on the past, reading my old blogs (all of which are now locked by the way).

man, life really is a crazy roller coaster.

Decisions, decisions. Growing up always seems to be about decisions. I hate making decisions, its such a pain in the ass. Weighing out the options, the possible outcomes, etc. Frustrating.

I need to not run away this time.