What the hell is wrong with me? Reading the things that I wrote over the weekend, I feel like an idiot. Since when the hell did I care so much about such stupid things. Regardless, it's good in a way.
I've been pretty much content with life for the past year or two. Of course there's lame situations at work that get to me, however, for the most part, I've been pretty happy.
It can't be that way forever and I think there would be something the matter if I was always happy. So I think that it's healthy to once in a while be depressed.
It's a great idea to keep a log of how you're feeling. It gives you the opportunity to look back when you're feeling sane and be able to identify the fact that you're simply on crack.
I received quite a bit of feedback regarding the post about my unhappy state of mind. Most of it was people agreeing with me and saying they understand and that I'm not alone. However, I do have something to say about that, Point is, you can't look to for happiness through somebody else, you have to find it within you first. The only thing you can do is share your happiness with others, just don't expect them to be the reason for your happiness.
Regardless, it's been a weird few days and now that I've returned to my usual state of mind.
Anyway, I'm going to New Orleans for my birthday. I'm very excited. A bunch of people, basically, who ever wants to go, has decided to come with. All I've heard is that I'm going to have a rockin' good time. I'm looking really forward to it. Turning 21, heh, not a big milestone in my life. I feel like I've missed that part of my life. Never got the chance to completely fuck off and have only one resposnbility, get drunk and go to class.
Regardless, I'm happy with the decisions I've made. No regrets sucka.