I actually listened to the song lyrics of this song and I love them more than an old man loves youth reviving cream. And that is a lot of love... May it be my favorite song.
Depression is a state of mind. Strong or weak I say more strong than weak because sadness is the weak realm of depression, yet depression itself can be weak and easily broken, but if it is that easily broken it wouldn't be true depression now would it be?
Ah and love, la-la-love. So many different kinds of love, so why do people get mad if you say I love you too quick? Doesn't everyone know that love comes in so many different forms? Friendship love, distant yet still caring love, a watchful motherly love, a fearless fathersome love, a hurting but never gaining love, a short term love, a fake love, a everlong partnership love, a needy love, a realistic never changing or growing love, an evergrowing love, a family concerning love, a disciplined love, ect. Ahh people and their love.
Maybe I should even be a writer, never thought much of it since writing isn't my thing but I am not bad at it. And most writing comes naturally so if I wrote on the right subjects I could write so easily.
I have been with my family the past 4 days, I thought I didn't enjoy it much but of course I knew this would happen, now that I am home I want to be back with them. I hate friendship and I don't really like friends... I like forced friendship. Such ownership isn't a bad idea. To be owned, to own I would be annoyed... could come in handy though. Anywho I was offered the choice of staying til Saturday with my family on the farm. I said no obviously. But why? What have I got here? My house of course but friends, spit on them I say. Distant person might I be. =\ So very distant at times it causes fits of depression. Like it or not everyone needs human interaction... Well anyway... it was fun with my family. Met some german exange student and a set of identical twins. Very nice..
How do I fight these fits of depression? Oh yes and the second I got home after declining the very nice offer of a stay at the farm, I instanly get assaulted on my character by my dad. Bark, yell, whatever you call it. Not so bad but just annoying and some of my privledges are being taken for lack there of that I "call boys" and that I "show off my cleavage".
Ugh but life is too short[but the longest thing you will ever live for aside from afterlife] and I have no goals. What is of this? This could be apart of the fits of depression.
And the whole no sex in my life thing. Oh people can't you see how shallow are you to live for sex, drugs, and all the other self mutilated short term fufillment tasks? A person who thinks of only these things is a lost soul and a deprived soul at that. Enjoy the small things in life, and everything and think on everything... Then again I am an analytical person.
Ah.. harmony is so close to peace but so hard to reach. - Deerhoof - Malalauma | 
