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6.23.2012
I have so many things to say. And I talk a lot. But I never say what I really want to say. I've considered myself an open person. People come to me. Friends. Strangers. I give great advice. But I rarely follow it. Everyone has problems. When should it be about me? Should it ever be? Am I selfless if I choose to help others? No. Modesty doesn't exist. Selfishness. Nobody wants to feel lonely, nobody wants to be alone. Nobody wants to be sad. They need to be o.k. People need people to need them. Everyone is selfish. Attention-addicted. A loner isn't who he is unless we know it. He is nowhere. Where everyone else is. It's all a backdrop. Once in a while the image wavers when someone new trys. Then nothing. Back to the back. The new becomes the norm, and it repeats and repeats and repeats and repeats and repeats. So many things to say, but my life just repeats and repeats and reapeats, and like so many others I continue to be selfish.
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6.02.2012
Okay, list of clothes to get for summer:
White t-shirt with pocket
4 loose skater shirts from West49
2 new pairs of jean shorts
3 summer dresses
a colorful romper
3 pattern shirts from Garage
a nice fancy dress for going out
new pair of sandals
leggings: black and pattern