11:25 p.m. - 2008-04-08
stef's dad bought her roses....just because he loves her.
how many directions can we pull ourselves in?
Too many? Not enough? Just enough?
When are we living to the best of our ability?
And how do we know?
We are all sisyphus. That's the point. We choose if it's tragic or if we create our own meaning. Meaning among the meaningless.
It's like sun showers. and the friendships that do not make any sense- the kind that ....you're nothing alike. it's like snow in april. and ....we just find the beauty in it.
