To be truly happy, a man must live absolutely in the present, no thought of what's gone before and no thought of what lies ahead. But a life with meaning, a man is condemned to wallow in the past and obsess about the future.

and tomorrow i go back to my pathetic life.

Life goes on... even in solitude.

Its how you say goodbye that matters.

tell a man there are 300 billion stars in the universe and he'll believe you. tell him a bench has wet paint on it and he'll have to touch to be sure.

i dont know anymore. i just dont know... about anything. i'm 23 and i have high blood pressure. who the fuck has that at this age. thats just one thing. everything is wrong with me. bet i wont even live past 40 or even tomorrow... who knows, shit happens. it happens more than less actually.
i just cant think past the fact that i might actually be cursed. i have just stopped asking for things... every fucking thing i have ever wanted so dearly has disappeared from right in front of me. always being so close to it that i could just taste it and *poof* its no more. but who gives a fuck right.

i cant sleep, i cant think clearly, i cant function properly... and they say life has just started. fucking crap... im going insane.