Love

Why is it that talking to the people we love is harder than talking to complete strangers? I've been running from so many things, so many problems, yet I address them by making online friends and reveling in anime episodes. My mom and dad are disappointed in me, I know, but I can't stop. My online friends understand me more than some of my real life friends. I wish I could find some great people in my area to spend time and confide in. I have a best friend and a guy who loves me, but I need others to turn to.

Sometimes I wish that love would be simpler. That you would realize it faster than it hitting you in the freaking face when you least expect it. There's also many different kinds of love. Respect love, hate-love, romance love, lust love, friendship love, family love. What if the world was so full of love that we could just stop killing ourselves with pain and hatred, that we stopped all the emotional problems. What if the drunk man wasn't drunk? What if the sad child actually had a father who hadn't run away?

So many questions to answer. So many reasons why the world is so fucked up.

Love,

Hika

Blah.

Today is the worst. I just wrote this 6 pagelong speech about my life which is going to bore my classmates to death. To make matters worse, I gotta pack up and go to Waverly for the weekend. I'd rather be working on this or my Creative Writing projects, but oh well.
I heard about this cute anime called Wolf and Spice. I might check it out, when my family/school/band/life stops kicking me in the ass. Also, my jeans decided to leak blue dye all over my Converse shoes.
Ick.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KSMulI7nDdg

Ray William Johnson!

Peace,

Hika.