I think there’s a reason as to why we don’t know what comes after death. It’s because we need to simply focus on our life here, for now. We need to focus on being good, creating peace, and just loving others. How could we possibly handle what comes after this if we already have such a hard time handling our time here? One thing at a time. Handle your life on earth well, and then the next step will come. We shouldn’t fear it. We should just know it will come. That’s all we’re given anyway, the knowledge that it will come. We suffer when people die because one minute they’re given to us to love, and the next minute they’re taken away. If you give a child a toy they love and then you just rip it out of their hands and tell them they will never get it back, they will cry. We are that child. So cry, it’s only natural. But know that they’ve just gone on with their journey, and one day, it will be your turn too.

“Why should I fear death? If I am, death is not. If death is, I am not. Why should I fear that which cannot exist when I do?”
—Epicurus

My schedule for the upcoming week…

Wednesday- Write research paper

Thursday- Finish research paper if needed. Read English. History review sheet.

Friday- Read English. History review sheet. Philosophy study guide.

Saturday- Read English. Write English final essay.

Sunday- Read English. Write philosophy paper. Write English ec paper. Review history

Monday- Read English. Finish English ec paper. Take History Final.

Tuesday- Take English final. Take Philosophy final. Take French Final.

Let’s do this.

The one day where everybody wants to do something is the day I have deemed homework day. It sucks so bad but that’s responsibility. I better get shit done, though, or it’ll be a total waste. Self-discipline is not a breeze.

For some reason this makes me feel greatly liberated.

It’s almost like I can breathe better.

I guess it’s just how clear you’ve made it that bothers me the most.

I guess it’s how you’ve chosen the most rotten people over me that bothers me the most.

I guess it’s how you act like everything that’s happened doesn’t matter that bothers me the most.

I guess it’s how sometimes you talk to me like everything is okay that bothers me the most.

I guess it’s how you never talk to me that bothers me the most.

I guess everything bothers me the most.

Just so you know, I do not want you in my life anymore. Oh, but you don’t know that. Oh well, you’ll get the hint. Don’t like the passive aggressiveness? Too bad.

But how exactly can two people go from best friends to nothing?

Pretty crazy to me. And it happens way too much.

People are more than their mistakes.

Remember that.

God, grant me the power to forgive and forget, for I am incapable of either.