[For You] I’d Do Anything

This is why I regard my friends so highly. Never having had a wealth of friends, and not wanting to be the kind of person that had tons of “friends” whom I would more consider acquaintances in that case, I treasure the ones I find. I try hard to maintain contact with them. I try hard to make the people I call friends (which, I suppose, might equate to the term “best friend” for others) happy and do things that please them. I feel that, for the people who already make me laugh so easily, care when I’m upset, are willing to help me when I need it, and do many other things which I cannot think of at the moment, the fact that I can make them happy automatically makes me happy. I do not like it when y’all are upset or stressed, especially if there’s nothing I can do about it. It makes me feel useless.


I don’t like not being able to see you guys much outside of classes because I feel like I might be forgotten about. That’s why, that one time at the end of last semester, I hit Cameron when I saw him. Having not seen or really heard from him in a while, I was afraid that he might not consider me much of a friend anymore, and I was upset with both him and myself. Shouldn’t I have put more effort into at least trying to talk to him regularly, as he should have? I realize that logic seems kind of stupid and perhaps paranoid. When I compare the friendships I have with all of you to what I see of the friendships you have with each other, I feel somewhat left out. And therefore, when I get to spend time with all of you, I feel privileged. Just being with you guys and watching you interact can make me happy because of that reason.


I suppose, in a way, when I find someone I call a friend, I become clingy and dependent upon them. At least, to me it seems this way. I restrain myself, though, or try, so that I don’t become overbearing or annoying. If I have something to say that’s important to me, but y’all don’t have the time to talk anymore, I won’t say it and keep you further. There’s probably a good chance that I won’t bring it up the next time we talk because I don’t want to bother you with it. The only problem is that I then keep it pent up inside of me, and it might affect my behavior later on. I don’t want to upset y’all, though, so if something’s bothering me, I try not to let it show. I just want for you all to be happy and spend some time with me. And for that, I would do almost anything.


I have a hard time finding people I can talk to about such deep things easily. Even among my friends, there are only a few whom I am comfortable talking about serious matters with. But if you don’t have the time, or the topic bothers you, even if it’s rather important to me, I’ll stop. I’m happy when I can find people whom I can confide in, and even happier when the people I trust can trust me enough to confide in me.
If, in the end, for some reason, I can’t be friends with any of you anymore, I think I’ll be able to handle being alone again.
Anything to make you happy.

Reminiscing

So. It’s three twenty-three in the morning where I live. My stomach is growling; I haven’t been eating very healthily lately. I tend to neglect myself when I’m at home alone?
As of late, my sleeping has been out of whack. Falling asleep at two, waking up slightly around eight or so in the morning, falling back asleep, and not getting up until noon-ish. So, to remedy this without some type of medication, I shall pull an all nighter (to the best of my abilities) and stay awake all day, thus tiring myself out enough to fall asleep at a normal time and (hopefully) fix my sleeping schedule.

I noticed earlier that I joined in 2005 and my fifth anniversary is in about three weeks. Whoo. (I haven’t been a stellar member, though.) So, I’ve been skimming through past entries. I know my grammar was horrendous in the beginning. I’m not sure exactly when proper grammar debuted in my entries, but anything written during and after 2006 was significantly better. My style and diction has changed so much since then.

One common thing about most, if not all, of my previous entries: I was friggin hyper. Periods and exclamation points galore. Smilies up the wazoo. They were certainly colorful.

Most of my entries were pretty down to earth. Coherent, ya know? And then, sometimes, out of seemingly nowhere, an entry would pop up where I’m abusing the period or exclamation point and spouting nonsense. I believe those entries were written and posted sometime in the early morning hours when I was suffering from sleep deprivation. Which just goes to show you that I should not still be up and blogging my thoughts for the general public when my good judgment is taking a break.

Well, at least it’s obvious (from past entries) how I came up with my username.

It is now three forty-two in the morning. My eyes feel gritty. I think I’ll retire from Xanga for tonight. Or this morning, rather.

Please don’t read my past entires. It’s embarrassing.