Mourn Me

So I have been idle to the world of blogging lately, for I haven't touched Xanga in a month. This is where I'm starting new, and on a better foot. I used to write about every time I was depressed, but to change things up, I promise to describe the butterflies in my stomach, too. As for now, though, I will continue as I have always done.

Here's the throw down: someone throws a curve ball at your life and now you're disorientated. It's as if you forgot how to catch, after all these years. At this point, the forks in the road have divided repeatedly and you don't even feel like taking the tiniest step forward.

Coward.

Life has always been pulling surprises in front of you, so why should this time be any different? The best thing to do is defeat the feeling of shock and disorientation and keep going. Of course, whatever event that occurred put a crater in your heart. The moon has thousands of craters too, you know. It has been hit countless times, but you don't see it stop turning. The idea is to keep going and maybe find a positive outlook into the future.
Trust me. Your world's not over and you will do fine on your test tomorrow. It would be a pure shame to find out that you took the sweet time to blame another, only to share your pity.