This week hasn't been the grandest of weeks. And to think it's not completely over yet.
I have so many quesitons that need answers, but all I can do is be patient and wait.
Why is it once you think you have something good it decieves you and bites you in the ass?
Why are we chasing after something so fast, so young? Something that our parents at this age weren't even thinking about?
Is life really moving that quickly that we have to run after something with all we've got to catch it before the world stops turning?
Why is it that the world stereotypes women to be sluts and whores if they have an affair with a married man? The man who pursued the woman is just as bad, if not worse.
Why is it easier to talk to strangers than close friends about deep personal things we have done? Fear of being judged? Aren't those we consider close to us supposed to unconditionally love us? Without judgement?
As if things couldn't get more complicated.
There is no song of the day. Not yet anways. I'm possibly going to blog later about what's actually happening.
I'm done for now.
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