People are so strange. The way we think, and act, and respond to things. I often wonder why we really were created. Sure we all have our ideas, and maybe some are right. Maybe, maybe they're all right. Who knows? Certainly not me.
Some people say it's fate the way some people behave. I honestly fucking hate that word. Fate. I believe in fate, but it's different when you claim that someone getting killed for their race or beliefs is fate. No, that's just ignorance. I'm not here to talk anyone's ideas down. I'm here to just, type. Type whatever comes to mind. It's therapeutic I suppose.
Don't you think it's weird how we like some people more than others? I mean truly it's not that weird. But sometimes I think it's weird how I like my mom a bit more than my stepdad. He's been there for me. Since my real dad hasn't. What's the deal with that anyways? How is it so easy to leave something at such a young age? Birds do it. Is he a bird? Haha, the thought humors me to think of. I don't despise him for leaving. In fact, I think it's better off that way. If he didn't leave I don't think I'd have the stepsister I have now. Anyways, my mom has been there for me. Though, I didn't really make her life too easy. Then again I don't think I make anyone's life easier.
Anyways, that's all for tonight. I don't have anything on my mind at the moment. Nothing but Emily. Always Emily. But that's a subject for another time. Thanks journal.
