I only really write journal entries when I'm feeling particulerly emotional or estatic about something. Well I'm emotional now. Just thinking about my best friends, and how, well, we went throuh a lot of turburliance. And we still managed to stick together untill the very end.

But apparently there still is life after supposed death. Were still chatting, at lest a litlle bit.


Beside that I'm stuck on philsophy, nothing relegion related of course, but people, just people. We are serously confusing me. I wish I was better at Sosociology. It could make this easier on me.


Been feeling a bit more inspired in my wirting lately. I think I'll post 4 chapters of one I've been working on since my freshman year in high school. And before (anyone) asks, I haven't been able to decide on a story line that I like yet. They all died out, just wasn't the right stuff, if you know what I mean. Althoug my friends love all my stories with a passion, they don't seem to be albe to see the parts that conflict with the proper developtment of a story that I do. I suppose that only a writer could say that without any trace of sarcasam for other parties who maight be reading this.