oh wells.

in the end, its expected right ?
something like this can't be pushed down by smiles forever.
what has to come out, will come out.

i really hope i didn't make a wrong decision.

"what will happen five years from now?
will we be having fun everyday?

will I be able to trust myself and others more than I do now?"

lyrics from here (:

like the japs in pearl harbor, looking for their place in the sun.
i want to, and need to find my own place where i can fit it.
everything now just seems wrong.
but it isn't that easy, and without seeming like i'm trying too hard.
sigh.