I am going to pretend it was a good day, even if it wasn't, but it was at some extend. I woke up in a really good mood. School was great; I had sociology class, which I thought to be boring at the beginning ( I had a test the first class) but now I seem to love it and understand it. I expressed myself to the teacher on my opinion in giving heroin addicts clean needles to keep a clean drug use, which its a big issue, because when giving it, you are pretty much telling them to keep doing it, but then if you don't they will still use it, and share needles which will spread HIV etc etc... well I had an awesome time in class, also in my journalism class Laura Morel came to talk about her career as a journalist, and student in Emerson University. On the way home, I felt like eating KFC which I haven't in the longest, and which tasted horrible, and that is when I suddenly realized it wasn't that much of a good day, don't get me wrong, the KFC doesnt have anything to do with it. But... it was last night, when we got into an argument, and we ended it. You see..... sometimes I try not to think about this things, I try not to feel bad. Its impossible, the more you tell your mind to stop thinking about it the more you think about it. I try to be blank. "what are you thinking??"..." nothing, I am blank"... " that's impossible, you can't be blank"...... you told me this once. Sometimes there is no point in talking to you, all you do is get mad, and leave. I wish you could hear me once instead of just being mad.
It is terrible to have to ask for anything ever. We wish we were something that needed nothing, like paint. But even paint needs repainting.
