Nothing good comes easy.

Why is that the case? It's true... but why?

I wish good things came easily. Don't we all wish good things, great things, came easily? Of course we do. But they don't... and I tell myself, "Well, there must be a significant reason for that", but what if there isn't? What if that concept is just by chance, or random selection. Who's in control of all this anyway? I am not about to go into a rant about God or the universe or anything, so I'm cutting myself off now.


I haven't written in this since the summer and like always, I find myself losing track of time and leaving blogs out to dry out for a significant period of time. This time, I won't play catch-up.

Present day-- I am tired, sore, hungover, confused, hurt, anxious, angry, bitter, resentful and if you type any one of those words into a thesaurus you could probably copy/paste the entire result, add it to this list and that's me right now. Low.

BUT, I plan on mending that ASAP with a venture outside of this prison cell I call my bedroom... spending some time with Sar and going to the gym to let the endorphins stream through my body. I have SO much homework to do, it's absurd that I'm spending my time doing this instead, but I have priorities and school work is no longer one of them, though technically shouldn't it be? Haha, it's such a joke that I'm here, really.


By the way, I don't expect people to be reading this, so I'm writing as though I am addressing my reflection in the mirror. Somehow I feel better after taking an objective look at my life and telling myself the truth. It's refreshing, and it's real... and I think we all should do it in some form or another.


Off to lift myself up again--g0tta love life and the never-ending cycles we're all a part of! :)