edited.

there are things i cannot write about.

they are either too deep or simply not meant to be read by people who may not even know that this "blog," as they call it, exists, but could, perchance, stumble across it.

how do you feel when someone makes new friends, changes, phases you out of his/her life, but you haven't changed at all?

how do you feel when your friend's new friends are not good people, but you're a good person, but you got phased out?

how does the bathroom sink get so nasty immediatley after cleaning?

how does Jerica go "ugh" so passionately?

how can people not appreciate amazing films, such as I Heart Huckabee's and Squid and the Whale?

HOW DO YOU FIND PLEASURE IN DRIVING ME CRAZY???

how do you not understand?

how am i not myself?