AutumLeaves

Zoot Suit Riots

So...that does have SOME sort of pertinance. I just
have to think of it and tell you later.

Leave it up to other people to make me feel so weird
and then so normal. I was reading some of these
journals...wow. I must be one of the only people that
actually loves living and dosen't have suicidal thoughts
every five minutes, or if I do, I at least don't tell
anyone.

My attempt at dark humor. Forgive me.

You'd think journals would be more interesting, more
about the human condition, but most are...about being
sad...or hooking up...or drinking. I mean, we all want
someone, we all do stupid things, we all get sad, but it's
not ever worth dwelling on those sad things.

When I looked over my journals, I always skipped the
pages where I had written and I was sad. I didn't want to
remember that shit, and I sure as hell didn't want to re-
live it. I reread the times I'm happy and super excited
about stuff.

So, I don't know why I'm writing about this, I just
think that a lot of people aren't enjoying life as much as
they should be. And I only hope that they can be really
happy in the future.

My advice, pick up listening to techno, have a good
helping of hanging out with good friends, and lay off the
crack.

Either that or a good dose of "I Feel Pretty."