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Devious Journal EntryWhat do I feel my purpose is to live?Devious Journal Entry6 hours ago in Personal
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What's the meaning of life to me?
Well, this occurred to me when I was brushing my teeth just now.
So I actualy thought about it, and after a while (yes I even was still brushing my teeth, I wasn't paying attention to that), I came up with an amazing answer that made everything just. Stop.
My answer was three letters, or one word if you like, and my answer was,
I'm living just for the fun of it, I will keep living, just for the fun of it, there's no purpose required for fun, and nothing can take that away that easily.
Now, why do I share this here? Well two answers.
Just for the fun of it, and this might help someone someday, some where.
While I live for the fun of it, why don't I make it fun?
I like fiddling with electronics, that's always fun, find what goes POW or Zing!
I like coding, where you can never find an answer working for something you want to make so then you have to learn what everything does! Learning = fun!
Drawing, oh hahaha d
On Breaking Apart Your Dreams For a GuyTwelve months ago, we swapped rumors aboutOn Breaking Apart Your Dreams For a Guy8 hours ago in Free Verse
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the hottest bad boys; counted the number of freckles Tanya,
the Queen Bee of Beverly High, didn't cover with her polka-dot skirt;
and discovered our favorite song on a blog we both wished
we owned. "What do you think we'll be doing this time next year?"
I asked over peanut butter cookies from a bag
and a commercial break between late night movies.
You giggled, pondering, and said, "Hanging out in our dorm room.
You'll be snuggled up to the flavor of the month--
a basketball player, no doubt, or a starving artist--
and I'll be green with jealousy, like always."
When Dirty Dancing came back on, we rocked along,
shag carpet burning streaks across bare feet.
This morning, listening to my roommate sing with the radio--
some country ballad you'd never approve of--
I remember your laugh and the dark, curling fingers of hair
at the nape of yo