oi!

I was not off flouncing. I merely took a break and Vincent if you are going to be so lazy as to after a half year of half arsed blogging ask someone else to do it for you, then you have no right to critique them about how its done.

Vinny here

I dont know where Arte is probably off somewhere, flouncing or something.

Well I decided some one would have to update this blog before it died completely and that someone of course would be me


>sigh< I try not to hate myself these days but it gets harder and harder. I understand perfection is a thing obtainable by no man and the more mistakes in ones youth one makes well the better as one wont make those same mistakes when one is far older and thus meant to know much better. Still I cant help but to think of all the oppertunities I have already missed because I did not have the good sense to realise how valuable they were at that time.
I struggle with now suddenly finding myself an adult. It seems now my actions have both meaning and consequence, and I can not run to my parents to save me from the folly of my ways.
knowing this I find I worry often about every decision I make which often than not means a decision is not made in time. Eighteen only and I feel life rushing by. I struggle to grasp on to it and hold it and live it to the full but thats so easier said than done.
Recently stuff happened. I say stuff because were I to elaborate I doubt I'd be believed. Here are the tangible bits, my parents split, things well started being less than peachy I went through alot and I ask my self did I make the most of it. So much has happened.So much might have happened and I keep asking myself did I make the best of it.Did I even try?

Lord knows I try but when my book is written for cosmic prosterity will it be recoerded that during this most trying of times all my worst flaws came to the fore.
A wise and optimistic being may point out that when times like these happen we are like gold being passed through the furnace, our impurities may indeed come to the fore but only so that they may be purged.
And in the end though we be not akin to perfectly made beings, our perfection, what perfection we have, dented and un whole as it may be , will mean all the more as it not have been come by easily.

I keep this in mind and declare to myself that my days of sorrow are over. Hardship is something I no longer can claim exists in my life. I am better things are better all is better.

yeah.

well

There is nothing greater for the build up of stupidity than to waste time on things you care nothing for.
the same goes for people