I need to write here. I know not many read, but still, I'd like to keep it up. Today, no offense to the church friends, was rather dull. I find that I cannot concentrate in the meetings, and I have no one to talk to, barely. It's not even fun for me. I don't understand why I should be going if I'm not enjoying hearing the word and I have close to no friends. Oh well.
In the past week I've lost three friends, and only one was truly at my fault. This makes me wonder. Two of the three, which weren't my doing told me that I need to 'grow up', and perhaps I do. Maybe I'm just feeling sorry for myself? All the time? Maybe all my problems are dust, and maybe I'm simply dramatic. I can't be sure if this is entirely true. But I can say one thing. I'm not too disappointed in this fact. It happens, and I'm ok with it. I'm sorry to say that the people I've lost aren't..eugh. I cannot bring myself to say it, because I suppose it's too mean.
I haven't much to write about. Life is good, really. I've been running a lot, and I'm happy. I've made new friends also. God, I'm entirely too dull writing here. I can write nothing exciting that has been happening here, for I fear the condemnation and the reproach.
I went on an unquestioningly amazing run today. I ran around five miles, and I loved the freedom in it. I didn't want to stop but I knew that the pain was going to get bad. Oh well. I'm tired and dry of ideas. goodnight. Maybe I'll be more enthused in a few days.