Ask the lonely.

Life.
Today I cracked open a fortune cookie (did you know that those little motherfuckers have 10 grams of fat each?! You'd think that's how much they weighed out on their own... needless to say, I was upset.). To be honest, I was actually expecting some really depressing fortune (Have you noticed they're all happy?), but instead, I got this:

Your happiness is intertwined with your outlook on life. ☺

I'm trying to live it out, you should too. Writing helps me vent.

Anyway, you'd probably be better off not to read any of the following. I didn't do it for you, I did it for me. With the exception of a few lines, indicated with an *.

Steve Perry, sometimes your lyrics mindfuck me.

You think too much.

We've made it a week... a week and a day, and we can make it two weeks and many more days. Can't we? We can. We have to. Because since we've made it this long- this fucking long without cracking under pressure, we've been through so much, so goddamn MUCH-

-We have to make it. Please.

*I feel like people who are actually paying attention to my blog deserve an explanation for why I haven't blogged in almost a month... and honestly, I don't think I have one. I just haven't been motivated to write about anything. And what I write, I don't publish. I don't even publish it on LiveJournal; I feel like a certain person will read it and get offended because they assume it's in regard to them, and even if it is, I just don't want to be a whiny bitch because lord knows that happens enough as it is.

Ugh.

Someone tell me what to do with my life. And where to go. The people I should meet and the things I should tell them.
The stories I should weave, and the identity I should sculpt for myself.
Tell me where I will live, tell me how much money to make every year and what day I'll get married. And maybe divorced.
Tell me how many of my kids will stay in contact with me after they move out. How many will live through their teenage years without killing themselves.

Tell me what to make of myself and I'll do it, but I can't do it on my own.
And the only person I have to help me find it within myself... I feel that I hardly have.