i could have been a shepard boy

love is suffering.

i wish i wasnt so stupid.

so they say. I wonder why its so hard to believe in things you cant see. I feel so small compared to these mountains that Im begining to realize if I ever did see God, I'd be so overwhelmed and completley horrified that I'd probably burry myself into the ground. I think I understand why some people put ashes on themselves during certain religious ceremonies. I think it has something to do with what Im talking about. I really miss my family and friends. But I think the ones that are still there for me are the ones that were really my friends to begin with. It's funny how sometimes you get confused about what being a friend means. I kinda wish I would've gotten to know certain people better. I miss Randa. I cant wait to see her again. Not that anyone will ever read this but I guess they do call it live journal so maybe my thoughts will take on a life of there own maybe, and start screaming at random passerbyers in cyber space? I dont know. That would be funny. Work is a bore. What is one to do? Play Bob Dylan, Like a rolling stone.