More contemplating the meaning of the universe but mostly about love.

Well shit. Don’t I just feel like a worthless piss ant today. I do. I feel so terrible probably because I feel I did not study enough for my history test. Who cares I did ok. And also because I have not done enough work to prepare my self for this work I have due next week, but once again I don’t care. I care about the depression in me it creates. I would normally say that Love is the answer for everything. But where is it? In me where is the love besides for Brooke? I want to be about things that life the most enjoyable for me and Brooke does that. What about those who do not? What about those who are a pain and those who piss you off and those who make life less romantic and those you have to work to love and those who hurt you and those who are not beautiful and those you can’t stand. What about me, am I a pain? Does this question ever need to be asked by me or is it my conceit that does it? Is it my desire for love from people and subsequent change of personality to be easier to love. Those who get in the way of love make it harder to do so. However they should not be outside its fold. Never should I dismiss someone out my love cuz they are hard to love. What is my basis for my cynicism? I have no right to judge anyone and when I do, how shallow it is. The couple standing next to me just disgusted me by their PDA, and still are, they have love for one another. Love that no doubt feels some of the same things that me and Brooke do. And an even more important point they know of what love can be and the joy that they can have in love, and they have a song inside singing of how much they want and need that love and how much on the other hand they want to give it. Ah, I have so much to learn.

Let the love I give never be given halfheartedly but only with full disregard for the “important things.” Let the loved be the “important things”