There was actually a simple time in life. Once.

The artist: Jimmy Eat World

These damn emotions. What purpose do they really serve other than to severely irritate the emotional?

None.

I'd be kidding myself if I said my emotions were wonderful, because they've been everything but.

Maybe Ryan was right when he said I was an emotional train wreck. Maybe I am a severely unstable person who is liable to fly of the handle one day and never return to the sane side of life (what small portion there is).

My solution: Medicate myself.

There are no need for emotions. People already think I'm a bit strange anyway...why not give them an actual reason? Yes, that would be solving all problems. Medicate myself for a false sense of being normal, while everyone around me thinks I am anything but. That way, people can have their unfounded opinions and I can be...normal.

Fun stuff.

Logic works in weird ways.
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My brother is in the hospital.

It's the second time in about two and a half months...and I'm learning my way around. The hospital is a maze of beautifully decorated (and by that I mean absolutely unattractive) hallways, and it's fun to get lost.

I got to jump in rain puddles last night on my way in and walk around those halls with squeeky shoes and wet jeans.

Yay for the simple things in life.