I have not wrote a journal entry of any real meaning for a while now. Judging by my last post, fuck, it's been a while now. Life is a tumultuous journey. Now at age 22 going on 23 I find that most of my funk comes from the female form. Half of it is my fault. I'm disillusioned yet I'm still in the illusion that things might work out. I suppose things won't work out unless I figure out how to work them out. I'm drunk so I'll stop this post at this before I end up not posting it at all.
Things will work out. In the end an imminent finale awaits us all. Until then I'll figure something out. This SoCo is making me hazy. I need to finish my film class essay. Jesus.
Friday, March 4, 2011
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