Bleh.

I wish I had something to blog about other than the recent stuff that's become the norm. You know, music, lack of reality, confusion, still loving Zoe. (First time I've used her name on here, so that should be a message to you lot)

Know now that Amy was right, you can't just stop caring about someone after so long, and you really can't. It never makes any sense, but no matter what you tell yourself while you're alone with your own thoughts all seems to bugger off the moment you see that person again and all your memories come along to beat your sorry arse for even trying. And trust me, there is a great deal you can remember if the time meant a great deal to you. It hits hard.

That diagram didn't really help that much. Outside of the wall of happiness topped with barbed wire of pure joy, with their happy with a chance of joy outlook, is a stark and grey world of meh. Where those who can survive in an ignorant content, and those abandoned by joy spend there days in solitude, hoping for a chance to one day be redeemed.

Despite all that, I wouldn't trade how I feel for the world you know. Its not often you come across this feeling, and its something truly unique and glorious, even with all its lows.