Somehow I feel as though Im living a life of solitude.... Those so-called friends of mine arent even around. I always thought why was I always the one going over why couldnt someone come here. Why must I make the commitment of traveling to visit. *Shrugs* Granted its not like they live very far away, but still. Just shows what they think of our friendship; so I've come to the conclusion that they can just fuck themselfs. So recently or should I say in the last three years because of all the stress I've been threw, my life has become similare to that of a hermit. All I do is work, go home, eat, and sleep, to wake up and do the same process all over again. My education has been put on hold for the moment both in marital arts and in just general schoolin. I feel as though my minds racing at a million miles a second and I do nothing, but patheticly watch it go by. It angers me to see where I am in life at the moment. I hate myself for letting things come to do this..I wish I had an outlet something to get rid of my stress and my anger.
I want to reach out to something or someone, and granted theres my girlfriend. However I've just been a bad boyfriend as of late, been getting mad at her alot. When granted I may be mad at some of the things she does, but I suppose Im more angry at myself. Im amazed that shes stood by my side this long. Heh guess she does love me and that thought makes me really happy. But, I dare not ask for her help, she has to many things on her plate right now herself. And its much better for her to deal with her own problems without havin me compounding things ontop of her. Still though everything I use to do before I cant do now, and skills in art have laxed in these three years. I cant ride my bike or should I say I can but then Id have to deal with the flu I believe I have or something. I've been quite sick as of late, My body feels like its dying. I dont have the strength I had before, I wake up at times and also during the day with sharp pains. Its like a white hot knife poking me ever so voilently all over my body. Not to mention my legs giving out which hasnt happened in a while, but sometimes at work or while walking a leg will give out and Ill fall to one knee. Or catch myself before I hit the ground, and after a few seconds Ill be fine.
Quite strange... i dont know whats going on anymore, I didnt know what the furture had instored for me before but at least then...I had somewhat of a glimps of Where i was going, What I was doing, An Idea of What was going to happen. Now, I feel as though Im in darkness again, a darkness Ive exprienced my whole life. And this time there is no glimps of light or path I should take. All there is now is me alone in a world of uncertinty, surrounded by evil, evil that trys to bring me down and keep me from accomplishing anything big or small....... ........
You know one thing I've always like about typing in these journals is that once I get to the end I can read back and reflect. its like having a conversation with myself and in the mists of this somewhat emo entry. I find myself again and remind myself of what has to be done. It makes me happy because in lookin towards the furture and reflecting on my past I remind myself of my resolve. Granted I make forget, I may shove it aside, I may ignore it, but in the end it always comes back and my WILL my STRENGTH returns. Heh.... maybe this was an outlett all along. Reguardless of how far I fall into darkness, reguardless of where it takes me, reguardless if I forget, or ignore, or shove to the side. My resolve, my will, will not shattered, and even if it takes me another three years, or four, or five, or a million I will accomplish my goals. Even if the strange pains get worse and my body finaly gives out it wont stop me. Heh I may be a hermit now but that wont last for long it'll past and it'll return. Etiher way Im ready now, and I face this darkness with a grin because nothing is going to stop me. Hmmm.. I fell much better now.. I havent felt this good in a while Im glad I got on and typed this little entry Heh well time to face another day
- Listening to: Three Doors Down
- Reading: My own words
- Watching: myself type
- Playing: Nothing at the moment
- Eating: Not yet
- Drinking: same answer