Interlude.

I want to update this, but I don't know what to say. Maybe an apology is a good idea.

I'm sorry. If I'm acting wierd, I'm sorry. I'm not sleeping right anymore, and I decided a few days ago to go back on a certain medication I never should have stopped taking in the first place. If I look sort of blank or don't talk all that much, it's not that anything's wrong. It's just that I'm not feeling.... anything, really. That sounds melodramatic, and it's not what it's really is, but it's the best explanation I have.
Pretty much, I'll be experiencing mood swings for a few days [it started Saturday afternoon, so it'll be over really soon] so it's okay!

It will go away in a few days once my body adjusts to being back on this medication. Blame it on my stupidity.

Certain.

Well, it's not technically my job anymore. But atleast I'm sort of on call. So there's hope of getting paid, when he doesn't need it more. I'm okay with that.





UNRELATED.
I love the friends you can make when you're the only two in a group that do something. Like, secret friendship. Because you know a secret that no one else knows. And it changes someone from "that one kid who sings bass" to "my _______ buddy". So hopefully it will continue. I like this kid. He's fun. And he love Alligator Soul. Super kudos.




UNRELATED.
Everything should be free. Life would be easier. Friends should do things for their friends because it's the right thing to do, not because they want to get money. Because there are some things people won't do without being paid, even though the person they're doing it for has no money to pay them. It sucks.




UNRELATED.
School bites.

Hasty.

What do I have to report?

The celebration is not mine.
The drama is someone else's.
The good news is not to be shared.
The frustration will soon be irrelevant.
The good karma is dissappearing with alarming regularity.


Life just keeps on moving. It makes you wonder how long it will keep moving if you just decide to stop. Everyone around you keeps moving and they rush by, but there you are. Stopped. How long does it take for someone to notice you've stopped? Maybe you've been stopped for so long that you've dug yourself a hole. A comfortable hole. Maybe it's a hole where you can tune people out, where their words mean nothing. But. Maybe there was someone who stopped with you. And maybe their words mean something. Maybe.

Maybe.