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I have nothing really to say. haha, And I know it's ridiculous, but I find that hilarious. And that makes me so happy. Like 20 minutes ago I was sitting by myself eating ice cream and being angry at Mr. Butthead (which resulted in me deleting my myspace by the way. Real mature, I know--haha). Reading everybody's blogs has brightened my day, I guess my night actually. Yay.

Anyhoo, I have to get up and casually jog in the morning. Some of the bums are kind of mean. One lady called me a little bitch. Excuse me?! I didn't do anything to her. I just smiled at her as I was jogging by. Pschhh, her and her ugly hat can kiss my boo-tae. Sorry, that was mean.

Goodnight world!

Ouch.

Ok, so lately I've been addicted to this website called grouphug.us. It's a site where anybody can make anonymous confessions and people can go and read them. Most of them are disgusting and perverted, some of them are funny, some are cute, and some are really sad. I was reading through them the other day and came along this:

"I love you so much. And you just want to put me on hold. I wont be waiting forever, and i dont know what hurts worse, that you dont want to be with me now, or that you will risk losing me forever."

I feel ridiculous for saying this, but ouch. It's not that I take this personally, or that I feel offended by this, (obviously I have no right or reason to), but I realize that this is so true, and that hurts me. This just really hit me hard. I mean, does this describe me? As an outsider looking in, my first thought is that whoever is being written about obviously does not truly care about the writer. But wait...
ughhhh :[

This makes me think. And not in a happy way.

A blog about a blog.

So, I was thinking about the purpose of this blog. And of blogs in general. At first, I began thinking about the things I would say in a blog, mainly things to keep my dudes (in this case dudettes), most of which have moved away, up to speed with my life. Maybe something that has to do with my mood, my day, my 'current events.' The more I thought about this blog, however, the more I realized its ability to allow me to release my thoughts, my questions. I am a scribbler. Long before I created this blog, I realized the value of being able to capture my emotions on paper. My mind is constantly reeling, whether I'm angry, conflicted, happy, contemplating, or even confused. Sometimes my thoughts become too much for me to handle, and at some point they spill out of my pen into these jumbled, non-legible scribbles. Weeks, maybe even months, after dumping my emotions into a heap on the paper, I would find them, and read them. I realized that these words I had not even had the intention to write really meant something, and had so much power. I could read them and remember my exact anger, my exact glee, or even my exact fear. Nothing can do for me what writing does. Even so, when thinking about creating a blog, I couldn't help but wonder--

Who cares?

But then I remember that despite my desire to release my emotions somewhere, my number one reason for this blog is my friends. They care. And that makes me so happy. I love you guys. :]