So a new year, a new journal entry to show that I'm alive at least.

so many things have happened to me over just a short amount it time it seems. maybe it wasn't all that short it felt like forever; forgive me for sounding a bit like an insane black woman from time to time when I just type for the hell of it or think that somebody some where is actually reading my crap I call a journal, or even anything else trying my best to put my thoughts into better forms of words than just letter vomit.

but more or less I can't avoid the letter vomit, and pronouns and punctuation isn't my thing when I type I know the English languages is beautiful to most but to me its just a tool to communicate. if it's someone speaking from their own mind speak, stopping them to try and tell them how awful and terrible their English is isn't exactly my way of thinking. ( but for fuck whatever people are people )

Every year you grow a year older ( of course you do that's dumb to say that its common sense )

I'm 22 with not even close to a life crisis, more or less just a lazy human being just more or less living in this world without much of a thought for anything else, I suppose i keep trailing off and on my subjects again. What i'm trying to get at here is I question if people have more to them than just what I've always been told through out my life, that more or less just judgmental and nit-picky and actually sorta just think.. but I guess i'm blabbing about nothing. Its just how the world works isn't it like why post a journal to see if anyone cares about what i have to say, one human being in the world with self conscious issues they should work out themselves, about life just in general about anything. I think i have too many questions for myself and others to try and even finish this thing, and more or less i'm not making any sense at all, i'm not being like a person who's trying to say nobody loves me.

I'm trying to understand how this world works. and question if anyone is more or less just confused as i am or if i'm just another loser on the internet being stupid as all hell typing out journals because i'm desperate or fuck if i know ( I'm more confused then desperate ) and i suppose because i rather hear ( read ) something from another human being once in a while, because looking for acceptance or some shit or something.

(lets just go i want to see if anyone cares more or less some people don't some do)

I'll probably just delete my account sometime, not seeing the point now a days.


( be back next year )