Today I was pleased at getting fifteen dollars from my brother from wjhat he owes me. This fifteen dollars already knew it's purpose.
- Movie Ticket (The Hangover)
- Caffinated Drink(s)
Sad that these are the things I can't almost say 100% it will be spent on.
I was saddened even more to find out that my friend would not have the money to go see a movie with me! Too bad I was looking forward to a good man-date (no homo). So today i've just kind of lazied my life away. I've spent all of it listening to the Shaimus albums I have, and hopefully someone will want to hang out tonight.
So last night I messaged the girl I've known for 3 years only to find out it was her best friend logged onto her account. Which isn't a problem I've talked to her before and she seems to really like me. She says that her friend needs a good guy and she would be thrilled to see her with me! :) Thats always something to smile about, she's really cool and I'm glad she thinks I'm right for her friend.
Today I've spent alot of time looking at the pictures on my wall of my Mom. I look at them and wonder whether she would approve of how I am doing and if she would be proud of me. Most people would say of course she is proud and etc., but it still doesn't replace the feeling of hearing her say it. I suppose I have never been right since her death, developing insomnia, awkwardness, and a fear of closeness. People that knew me before and after say I have become a better person after it all the girl I mention above time to time asks how I stayed such a sweet person through it all. I suppose I've never really had a solid answer to that question. But I suppose it would sound something like this. Even with tragedy around me I must know I need to be the better person. I have to be some kind of guide for people who have yet to deal with such a thing. Because if I had come out cynical and crazy I would be no help to anyone. I want to be able to help all those around me, and if it means swallowing my pain for a bit to help someone else then so be it.
Sory for the incoherent rambling. It's how I do