It needs to be different

Two updates, one day, both of them actually being journals. Zomgwtfbbq indeed. Some of you may get this, the vast majority probably not, and if you want to simply stick around and read my non-cohesive thoughts, go ahead.

Last year. Last year, this day, in 2008. It was a Sunday because of the leap-year. At this time last year, I was moping about the end of break, but also angry because of what had occurred - that whole "my best friend living with me" deal. I was mad at her parents and the situation. But at the time, I was happy, because it meant something different...a whole new world had opened up. I had a sister, I had someone to always hang out with, I had somebody to do things with that was...well, here.

The internet is one thing, reality is another, and as much as it blows, that's how it works.

But it's not like I haven't gotten close to people. Throughout the years, I've met and connected with people who are some of the most spectacular people in the world. Each and every one of you, everyone I've ever communed with for extended periods of time...It's so much easier to make friends online, no inhibitors to block your path...Text is your speech and emotes your ways of...uh...emotions. [Wow, failsauce.]

Over two years ago, I made friends with the two most...amazing girls. We...

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I'm sorry.

And I want things to change.

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