No hard feelings...bullshit.

I think one of the hardest feelings ever is knowing you have no one to talk to. It's hard when the people you knew almost as well as yourself are physically or emotionally gone, and going to anyone else to discuss something feels funny. It's like they knew me even better than I know me, and they were always there to help out because they'd tell me how I actually felt.
I'm not really good with things like that. Sometimes I lie to myself to make myself feel better, but I always realize the lie in the end, which isn't cool. Then, not only do I feel guilty for lying to myself, but I feel dumb for doing so. It's like "I should've told the truth to myself and accepted things at face value at first, even though I know I couldn't have, or wouldn't have anyway."

The mind is a terrible thing to waste, but sometimes it's a terrible thing to use.

Lives

"Other peoples' lives seem more interesting 'cause they ain't mine."
- from "Lives" by Modest Mouse

True that. Over time I've heard a lot of people complain that they're "always bored", they "have no life" or "think other people's lives are a lot more interesting". But, are they really?
Each of us has our own view of life. We make our distinctions based on how much we enjoy what we're doing. But so many of us hold the common beliefs that other people have better lives, or it would be more interesting if we had a different life. I guess it all ties back to that "grass is greener on the other side" motto.

But what is the truth? Is the grass really greener on the other side? How can you tell? Is it worth the risk to go to the other side? And lastly, does the color of the grass really affect your life?

Think about it.