RAGEBOT

IS RAGEFUL.

GUESS I GOT MY SWAGGA BACK.

I can't even.

What is.

HOW.

STOP.

JESUSFuckingCHRISTalmightybrainisgiongbrainisgoingcantcopecantdoitwontdoitchangingisdifficultimabadpersondontwannachangewannabestupidforeverandthisisnthelpingimgoingcrazyandnobodyistheregtogowithme.

“She may be going to Hell, of course, but at least she isn't standing still” - e e cummings

Ya know, I underestimate the people around me. I think they all know a lot more about life than I think they do. I guess if I listened better, I'd learn something about myself, maybe improve life a little bit, but I like where I'm at. It's fucking comfy.

Jenny and Shea are the two I'd peg to have it together the most. At least, as far as social responsibility goes. They seem to get everything done, and still have energy to make life interesting. (Well, interesting with a generous dash of crazy where those two are concerned.) Either way. I love Jenny. I USED to love Shea, now I love her as my best friend, and from what I've seen, that has made everything SO MUCH EASIER. She rocks, and helps to keep my head screwed on tight. Although this littel three-way friendship circle is full of awkwardness for me, honestly.

Seriously, I don't understand how they stayed friends at all. But bully for them, I like it better that way.

The moral of this fuckin blog post is: FRIENDS ARE FUCKIN' SWEET.