Intriguing.

I have to admit that I tend to be a tad bit pessimistic. Don't know why, I just am. The dumb thing is, I want to be optimistic, but I am unable to take that little bit of pessimism that lives inside of me and push it to the side. When it comes to my other people and their lives, I am able to be optimistic for them; reassure, assist, be happy. But I can't do the same for myself. I guess it's one of those questions of life that may never have an answer. I was thinking about this the other day when I was chatting with a friend who was having a crappy time. I had no problem telling her that everything was going to be ok, but when she said something about my life (and specifically love-life) would be fine, I couldn't agree with her. Hhmmph.

Life in general right now is boring. Sleep, work, sit around. That's what I do. I'm sure once school starts and I get busier than hell I'll wish that I could go back, but right now it's kind of a downer.