i was just thinking about my life, my choices, the things that make me cry, and that somewhere out in space there are aliens and how everything in my life is so meaningless.

sometimes i wonder if i expect too much from people, especially the people i care about the most. i expect them to know my every feeling and know how to react to it without hurting me. i expect attention and lots of other things and when i don't get them i jump to conclusions. i shouldnt be so hard on people.

and i was also thinking about how things work out and how english sucks and there is a good song on the radio, peace.