Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Subconscious
I open up this page and I feel like I should write something... The question is what though? Sometimes I feel like my life is a very poorly written book, though I haven't decided on the genre. Maybe it's just one all of its own. I often wonder how it's going to play out in the end and what might the protagonist end up doing. I guess that's the one good part. You never really know what's going to happen, or where it will end, or at least start a new chapter. I could have gone and gotten pizza with my aunt and cousin, but I choose to stay home why? In hopes of doing stuff elsewhere or maybe getting to chat... Waiting feels like the worst part. It makes me feel a tad lame that I choose to wait on something that may not even happen instead of going and doing what I know will, but I find it worth it, so I don't care. Guess I'll go get myself murdered about fifty more different times on Diablo III, Inferno while I wait. I so hate Inferno...
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