That in which I have live my whole life for

My journal. THe one no one looks at. The one I can write freely without someone expressing their views on how I am acting, or how I feel, because it is not for them to judge.

Tuesday, May 24, 2005

Man...

Tell me, how can you believe something if the evidence is not relevant???
HOW?

(Ironically this has nothing to do with religion, but emotion)

I cannot say how many hours I have sat on the stairs, or in the bamboo room contemplating this. I sit, and the same thoughts keep repeating themselve in my head. Each time it goes around, the more I hurt.
I hide behind a mask of "I'm ok" and "Nothing, I'm just thinking."
But that is not in the essance all false. Infact, at that time, I was in the process of thinking. But it's not thinking any longer when your answer is still the two you had originally thought to deside between.

A part of me thinks of how self centered I really am with my constant downing of self pity. As pathetic as it is, I feel as if it is not under good reasons. My whole philosophy is the fact that Life goes on, although this is contradiction all that. I mean, this consists the future, and I know time is flying beside me. DO I REALLY WANT TO WATCH IT AS I WAIT FOR THIS?

And infact I almost had made up my desition, accept I didn't.
Why?



On a different note, I think I am going to take a year off of Boarding school and go to public school. While doing so, I think I shall apply to Dublin (shit man... ) for my Junior year. I think you can have cars on campus.
But the public school may be bow, not Manchester.

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