Told you it wasn't my day. My last post was meant to be longer, but apparently I have a 4k/600 word limit on Blogger's server. There goes all the important stuff I was ranting about. Stuff like that can't be remembered sometimes. Maybe that's why I started a blog.

In any case, what I wanted to say is lost in cyberspace now. What I can remember is this:

I've always said that I'm a textbook student. If it's not written down, I won't know how to do it right. Life is one of those things you have to wing. I should be writing a manual of all my social faux paus, but I know they are just going to put an act of Karma and come back at me. I've made the same mistakes before. But that's what makes people grow. I don't know if this is asking too much, but all I want from life is to be happy. I want to live in a home where I can feel good about who I am and what I do with my life. I want to be surrounded with people that don't care about what mistakes I make, don't tell me "I told you so." but "Oh well, that's how it goes sometimes.", that can deal with all my flaws. I need people that can know me for me and like me. I don't want to be a certain way for them if I can deal with their drinking habits or porn addictions or even their short fuses. I don't ask them to be different cause I like them the way they are! Why can't life... why can't people do that? Why must everything fit a standard that no one can maintain? I just don't get it. Is this really life?