Ahh... a blog once again..

It's weird to find myself here again starting up another blog. The summer before, I started up a blog, "express through reality". It was shit. All that philosophical and theory shit I kept on talking about. Arrogance. I thought I was right and gave my opinion to every one. Not good. It was totally stupid. Jesus.

In the night or the early stages of the morning, I urge to write something, but writing on facebook seems too unfit for some of the things I want to write. Sometimes I wanna write about life. Or sometimes I wanna write whats constantly on my mind. My faults. My constant change into shallowness, or my inability to let go of the past. Haha. It's good to vent out on a blog. Something to do during the early phases of the morning. It feels good. Brings a smile, it sure feels good.

Summer. At first I hated it. Fresh from a break up, I went back to smokin up. Not the greatest idea, but I still had a blast doing it. Meeting a lot of old friends I thought I never see and plus meeting a new few. It was great...in the moment. Until I got caught. A fun story to tell I rather not tell. To sum it up, seeing someone you prayed so much not to see ever at one of the best times of your life happens to show up when you thought the day couldn't get better. It went staight downhill.

Smoking had been something I started back in Jr. High. Every lunch we go to a friends house, he was a couple of smokes every day, we smoke and go back to school fresh and ready to go. Up until february of Gr. 10, I met a certain someone, it managed to set me straight and lay off smoking. It felt great. A new start, new lungs. GREAT. Relationship ends, weed is now out of the question, and smoking, more accessible. I got back into it abruptly, but whatever.

It's funny how a rumour goes around. One rumour went the wrong way. The timing could've have never gotten worse. So when i feel like going out, mellow out, it happened to be close to a certain someone doing it. Word gets out. I gotta go out and kill someone.