My Achievements Mock Me!

And now I sit here at some desk.

A write and work,

meaningless things.

I need some excitement.

What do you think about?

What do you mean?

You know, what do you think about ?

On A Daily Basis?

Yes.

Well, different things, I suppose.

Such As?

What should I do in life?

How do I go about doing that.

Is there such thing as "true love"?

What is friendship?

What does it feel like to be old?

I wonder if people think about me. And what they think about me.

Mhmm. Interesting.

What's Interesting?

The fact that you are talking to yourself.

Oh, that, yes. Who should I talk to then?

You know,

even though,

I feel,

that I know,

what I should,

and what could,

happen in my life,

I'm scared to death,

I'll miss something.

I'll miss someone.

I've lost my touch, I cannot define what I mean to anymore. I cannot argue my points, and it is frustrating.

this is the end.

chelsey

thinking.

Why do I say one thing, but mean another?
How come I can't make up my mind?
Why can't it be the right time for things?
Do I ever make sense?
How come most boys can't type as well as me?
Does it annoy anyone else when people chew?
Why do I like you, even though I know I shouldn't?
Why shouldn't I?
What would it be like if I couldn't smell?
What is aspartame?
What should I do in life?
Will I ever fulfill my dreams?


So I haven't updated this in quite some time.
School is OK, I like my psychology class. My English class is easy. Art class is the hardest because of my instructor. And I thought art was easy for me... I have three jobs now. ha. oh, and I can legally win teh lottery as of January 28th.

I wish I could say to you, all that was on my mind,
but unfortunately, that would ruin it between me and you.
I don't want that to happen.

Random.
I know.
Makes Sense?
Nope.


the end.
for now.
Chels