hmm.

I'm not sure if what is written here is supposed to mean something, or if it should just be random babblings. Looking through what people have written tho, it mostly just seems like entries in a journal. Almost as if there was some little brown book sitting on a path, pages wrinkled and worn, corners turned up and ripped, and everyone who walked along that path picked up the book and jotted down what came to mind as they sat on the little stone slab nearby. So what do I have to say? Really, what does anybody have to say? Although I think everyone has something to say, but who is actually listening? It's thoughts like these that make me keep to myself. Because sometimes I just wonder, who actually cares? What if there was somebody out there, that found all the random blogs on the internet, and read through every one. What if there was somebody who read other peoples troubles, and cared. But even if they read and cared, what could they do? So often, even when you are talking to your friends about what's wrong, there's nothing they can do either. In reality, the only one who can fix your problems, is you. But I guess I'll never know if anybody reads it, all I know is sometimes it helps to just write.