It's been a while since I wrote, I know, but that's because I've been away for a while because of unavoidable issues involving free time. Between school and band (I play flute for those who are interested) and family and friends, it seems like I have no time to do anything but what everyone else does. Does that sound selfish? Most likely it does. If wishes were tears, I would have an ocean, though. Well, at times they are tears, but let's not get into that too much.
The thing is, I'm not even sure what's wrong. Since no one really reads my journal except for the one person who commented as far as I know, I don't mind spouting my feelings on it all that much. Christmas is coming. I should be saying this with joy, happily looking forward to caroling and decorating and presents, but nothing seems worth celebrating anymore. Nothing seems worth hoping for. Perhaps time will show that life will be better later on, or some other nonsense, but I am not holding my breath. Heck, I don't even believe the things I swore never to doubt when I was little. I've lost every foundation I may ever have had, I have no where to go, no one to turn to, and no one knows that I'm dying inside. Drama queen? Perhaps. It's the way I feel, and if you don't like it stop reading now. ^^
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