That's the way I like it

It seems centuries have passed since I last wrote a blog. Some days I forgot I had one, but mostly, I have had nothing cool to say. Why bother writing for the "world" to see if it isn't cool?

I have been thinking a lot lately. About work and friends and past friends and all of our futures. It's so funny to me that people in high school--who seemed sooo important at the time--I could give a fuck less about now. Now, of course, they are still fascinating to stalk on Facebook, and to see if they are in relationships, or alone, or fucking crazy, et cetera. But it is mostly to see who sizes up to my life. I wonder what people think when they check on my page...if anyone does, for that matter. Maybe I was never that cool or important in high school to check up on now, anyway.

Anywho, what do people see when they stalk my Facebook? Probably just another somebody that they graduated with. Just another somebody going to school and leading a boring and normal life. A girl that doesn't go out a lot, or laugh a lot anymore. A girl who looks much older than twenty. Perhaps it's an identical girl, just with shorter, red hair. Yeah, I used to think that my red hair made me special. It's like, Ooh, look how different and unique I am now with my locks of red. I am nothing like I was in high school because of my hair. Bull shit.

This blog means nothing. It is worthless and I am sorry it is a complete waste of your time. I will try harder to not suck so much. After all, you are innocent and perfect, and I'm just a selfish loser.

I am going to eat a bowl of cereal now.

Peace and love for another day.