I take photos that I like to imagine as good. I create shit that I like to think means something. I haven't figured out what to do with myself yet, so stay tuned, perhaps I can entertain you with the notion of happiness.
Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
Gonna do that obligatory thing where I try and make Tumblr a journal for awhile. Who knows how long it’ll actually last, but I need to write stuff down I feel like. Sorry if this’ll annoy the piss out of you; feel free to unfollow if that’s the case. And I’m not totally sure who all follows me on here, but to closer friends who do, welcome to my inner thoughts, enjoy if you can.
12-12-11
So it’s been sorta a long day I guess. Started out normal and fine and made it through school well enough but I ended up tired. I always end up tired but I mean like mentally exhausted. I’m not totally sure when exactly the mental exhaustion set in, but it did. Maybe it’s just the stress of a week long English final and then my Government final next week. I HOPE it’s just stress from those things, because otherwise there may be something a bit wrong with me. I feel sad. But it’s that terrible sort of sad where there’s really no reason for me to be that sad. Just random sadness. I have my friends to lean on, hang out with, and whatnot, but it’s as if I need something else I guess. I was happy being single for awhile but that always leads downhill. I mean there is this girl that I’ve been talking to and sort of have feelings for but I really didn’t think it was anything serious at all, yet. From what I understood the feelings were mutual and all was going well but then suddenly the talking went from constant good conversation to sporadic, short responses. There’s obviously something wrong but she won’t open up about it. That bothers me but it’s not like I can do anything about it, right? Only been talking for a couple weeks, can’t expect people to be that open. Anyways, the sporadic part of that is what’s really a nuisance. I can do short, choppy responses because I could talk to a brick wall (obviously), but it, I don’t want to say hurts me, but definitely makes me sad for such a blossoming thing to suddenly be struggling. Anyhow, as I stated, there’s obviously something bothering her that I am unaware of, and it does hurt me to see someone I do care about hurting at any time. That sorta thing really gets to me, so maybe that’s why I don’t feel the greatest. And if that’s the case, I just want to be able to help her, if not only to help her but help myself as well. I should stop throwing myself a pity party though. Good grades, good friends, occasional good times.
Thanks for putting up with this.
TL;DR- journal entry/pity party.
