I say, "It's okay" only because I know it won't get any better .

Things won't change .

Unless I make them.

I want the change, but not what I'd have to do to make things change.

Myspace Stereotypicals that are pissing me off.

1.
"Nobody will ever understand me, not even if you take time from your day to do so."

Okay.
May as well not say it. It's been said by all your friends and enemies. They all have myspace. They all say it. So why don't we face the "facts" and notice how nobody will understand anybody because everybody says, "You can not understand me."

2.
"I love music."

It's a great thing, no lie. But, as everyone else, you love music. I love music, we love music, everyone loves music. Why bother say it. It only fills space on that empty, empty about me section of yours.

3.
Mr. Roboto

I just don't like that song.

4.
The sad thing is, I could probably find another blog on someother site that has some wanna-be everybody at once kid like me, who is complaining about the very same things. Why? probably because it's stereotypical to critique what everyone else does that you have done or do your self.


Sorry kids. I'm just a music loving kid who no one can figure out. Maybe, Mr. Roboto can figure me out. Hope so.

Whats happening to me.

what is love?

and when will i find out?

really.
i don't know.

if the day comes where someone tells me they love me, i'll feel grateful that they said something like that to me, but i really don't know how to take it, because i don't know what i'm taking.

complicated? probably not, but i really hope to figure it out someday soon.

So how about that.

For once I come out of the closet with best intentions to tell the truth, and I get an "I hate you". Well that; that I saw coming. Not actually, however. 
You know, some people don't like what I have to say. I tell them something; my opinion.. MY own opinion on a certain standing situation, and I get spit on, slapped, and thrown to the ground for it... Okay, exaggeration, don't mind. I believe freedom of speech is taken for granted so many times by myself. I know what's coming; if I look just a little ahead, I could tell you everything that was about to happen. But I don't. I get caught up in the moment, typing out my true feelings to someone. Then the anger comes, and this is where I stop caring. They tell me a possibly over exaggerated story about how much they do [and / or] always have hated me, and that's where I stop. If they come back 3 years later looking for friendship, I still don't care. If they really want me out of their life, they won't have to tell me twice. I get the picture. Can I take it too far sometimes? Well, possibly. But people learn from their mistakes, and second chances are given to those who deserve them.

I need more people in my life like you.  

i can blog from my dashboard!!

also.
no one reads my blog.

I guess no one ever said life is the easiest thing since wonderbread.

It's hard going to bed and "dreaming" about not being with the one you love; finding out you weren't dreaming is the hard part.  Waking up and realizing that it wasn't a dream, that it's actually true, is hard.  Knowing that we'll always be at least friends, and maybe someday, even more than friends, is what keeps me alive.