If I said I hated Life, would that scare you?It's not that I hate Life - it's that I hate my Life. Everything I do seems so meaningless and empty. The more I think about how pointless our lives are, the more I think about the shitty things I've done in the past and the countless errors I've made. I somehow feel that if I had done things differently I wouldn't be such a quasi-depressed person. I don't know how I got to where I am: I'm not going to college (yet), my family life is a big fucking sham, and I'm not sure who my friends are. And yet, I have a beautiful girlfriend who Loves me, I'm making the moneys I so dearly need, and I'm happy. Well, as happy as I've been in a damn long time.
All my Life I've been a mixture of contradicitons, here I am, saying that I hate my Life but that I'm happy. I make no sense sometimes. Perhaps that's why my Life is so damn complicated and exasperating. My mother asks me on a regular basis - usually in a fit of rage - personal questions: what am I doing in Life, what am I doing about college, what am I going to do when I turn 18, etc. And for the last 17 years my answer for any sort of question regarding the future was, "I don't know." Is it not entirely possible that I just don't know? And if I don't know any of these questions, then how do I know if I know who I am? Maybe who I am is really only who I want to be. Are you getting all this?
My mind is thinking faster than I can type. And I realize that now I'm really now making sense. So I'm just going to get some sleep. All I know is, I'm happy in some sort of way. And I guess I made up my mind to be that way.
Someone I once knew said it best, 'Jazz is a very hard person to understand, he's a mixture of contradictions. But if you have the patience to figure him out, he is a joy to know."
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.:JB:.