morbidhippie's Diaryland Diary except of course, herself. such high standards she sets. high standards that no one could possibly live up to so she created a woman who was all she wanted and more. and she loves her, and she despises herself. someone tell me where's the fucking logic in that. -- because she's someone special right. she's got a 'purpose'. move it to a higher scale. we've all got a purpose. -- anti-war protest tomorrow. i am anti-war and pro-peace. but why. what is my 'better alternative'? i don't have one. peace is unnatainable. at the moment anyway. i believe our world still has much to learn. obviously. if we're still starting wars, then we have not yet learnt our lesson. we still don't have a better alternative. i don't know if i will go to this demonstarton tomorrow. if i was that concerned, i would be better informed about this war. i wuold be reading up on both sides and forming my opinion from there. but instead, i appear to be doing what the majority of us do. i am aware of this threat, but i''m doing all i can to let it not bother me. so, why go to an anti war demonstration if i haven't done all of these things. would this not make me a 'poser'. i've never been good at presenting an argument, and in this case i can't even say i did my best, because i really can't be bothered. but there you have it. if i don't go tomorrow, i have my reasons. whether i'm good at sharing them or not. -- and isn't that the same with everything. we all have our reasons. who are we to question another persons reasons. -- i'm all over the shop tonight aren't i. -- i went out last night. i went to a party. miss antisocial went to a party. it'd been somewhere around 6-8 months since i had left my house on a friday night. and last night, i did it. and i had a fucking good time to. not overly brilliant or anything like that. not even overly fun. but it was good. i forgot everything. i forgot that i'm a nervous, jumpy kind of person who doesn't like talking to people. i forgot that voice in the back of my mind that is always telling me 'i should be sad right now.' i forgot everything. and i had a good time. -- i have a feeling it may become something of a common occurence. -- does this signify a 'getting better' of sorts? ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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