Why is it so hard to accept things as they are. Struggle and fight against the inevitable? Is it the knowledge that things could be better or is it hope. Hoping if things were different, we would be different. So what's the truth exactly.

True friends I no longer know. What's true friends and who's my true friends. To think I'm spending time thinking of all this dumb questions now, kay whatever.

I believe in them truely, correct me if i'm wrong. :-)

I need to lose weight. I'm fat like a cow. I'm going to run later!