Sometimes I think I want so much more out of life than what it's giving me, or what I'm taking from it. I wish that I lived in a way that would be blissful, carefree--but not to an unhealthy extent. I worry too much. I don't go out of my way to stay in touch with enough of my friends, particularly those in Morgantown. Okay, so I talk about missing my friends so damn much, but what the hell do I do about it? Nada. Not a damn thing. It's stupid and pointless. Why should I hang out so much with one friend--who often causes me as much trouble as he helps me with, if not more--when I have other friends I miss dearly?
It's a shame I have 3 huge tests next week.
It's a shame, but I have got to start somewhere.
So, there's more to this wanting more out of life thing. However, if I elaborate, I feel as if I am just being redundant because I still have done nothing along the lines of changing it.
This is a totally pointless entry, and I apologize to those who wanted more out of it---but that's kind of how my whole semester has been thus far. Fun, huh?
God helps those who help their selves, right? I ought to get on that.
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