Welcome to Gaia! :: View User's Journal | Gaia Journals

Is everything falling apart??

Who is my cheerio? Who will be my cheerio? Will they stay my cheerio?
We'll see.

Why am I even trying to hold up this broken friendship? No amount of glue is going to solve this problem. I should just rip it apart and say "good riddance". But instead, I'm cutting myself on its jagged peices as I try to hold it together.

Am I being too strange?

Why do I feel so mad at the one I used to love? Why is global warming his fault? He has his faults, but they're not compared to mine. Oh-kay.

If you're still reading this, you'll probably say that this is a strange, strange journal entry that doesn't make any sense.
I'm a strange person...but do I want to be?

Am I too strange? That is the golden question today.
Can't I be normal for once? Normal is too boring. But boring is interesting.

Am I being too strange?

Yes.

Deal.

And yet that sounds so mean. I need some....
I feel I am yet to complete this sentence. However, I fear I will complete it in my later years.

What does that mean to me?

I hope you read this. If not..........

cry


Am I being too strange?