sometimes i like to look at pictures and things around me, and just think.
i think.
i think alot now.
i think about life and how everything supposedly has some kind of purpose.
maybe there is a purpose for my everlonging search for compainionship.
ive concluded many times over that there is no logical reason to have a gf...

and yet i find myself here again.

ill look at the sky and think about how big the world is
about how small we all are
and just stare... stare blankly... stare compasionatly
and for an instant
an inkling of time

i am truly happy.

with what, i have no idea... but it feels good to be happy.