i have this theory on life. and it's this [i think i've written it out before (infact i know it, but i'm a lazy batard and don't feel like searching for it, cause i know even if i do you won't click on the link to read the older entry)]theory on life:
everyone has good and bad things happen to them. most people think they have a string of good luck, and then a string of bad luck. so i think of good/bad luck as waves in an ocean and you're a little surfer person in the middle of the water, searching for a wave [good luck] to come and pick you up out of the water. and when you get this wave depending on how big it is your good luck could last really really long and be really really good.
but no matter how good the wave is, eventually we know it must run out and you'll go back to sitting inbetween waves [bad luck].
the best we can hope for [or i think so at least] is for waves to come around that are so good they make you forget about all the shitty stuff that happened right prior to them.
so basically the good wave i was on, has come crashing down and while i wish it had maybe come down and i failed a test or something minor like that. it came down and the entire relationship ended.
and it's not like i'm super mad or sad..i'm just super confused, because of what/why she said she had to end it. just, makes a person think even more about it.
but whatever, i have to go study for a bio test i'm going to bomb anyways.
scud
