A chronicle of my life starting from June 21,
2002. |
July 17, 2002 Well, nothing much new...Again. Just updating purely out of habit. Little by little, things get better. Unnoticeably so at times. But better nonetheless. My friends are behind me at 4am making an explosive out of tin-foil and 200 watercrackers. This brings me comfort. It lets me know that the better parts of life are always going to be there no matter what happens to the best things. I think I've grown to accept that I'll never be the same to her. She knows my tears, pain, etc. I don't think she likes to acknowledge it. But slowly, it matters less and less to me. Not her. But the fact that the past will never remanifest in my future. I've learned to take joy in the fact that at least something used to be there. The fact that I even have such great memories of the way it was makes the fact that it will never be again easier to stand. Of course, daydreaming about the past and the plans we had that never happened because of this interuption will never be the same as the actual experience. I can't describe the way I felt. I'd never been so happy in my life. It was a peak in my teenage years, and now I'm going down the slope. In fact, for all I know, I could be climbing to my next summit. I just hope that the next mountain will be somehwhere I can camp out for a good long time. Once again, my innate ramblings have carried an entry much farther than initially intended. I'll force my self to end now. Closure it provided with today's recommended listening: She Cries by East West. You probably haven't heard of them. Go to www.powerjams.com. Get their CD. Listen at least to this song. Whether you're into hardcore rock or not, this song (one of their more mellow ones) will sound good to you. Trust me. And if you ARE into hardcore rock, by all means listen to all of their songs! They rock. Now I'm done with this promotion. Goodbye again. - Final note: A friend of mine has just joined Stories.com. carp is here. Visit his portfolio and give him some R&R. :D (I'm a blatant ad machine, aren't I?) ~ Dris ~ |