Hell Of A Night

Sometimes, I wonder what this life is supposed to mean. Why do we cry over songs? Are they that touching? Do they remind us of something? What is it? Does the guilt we feel in our bodies really spread like wildfire? Why are the bodily functions of a human so weak that if we have too much of something, we throw up the access materials and more? There are many unanswered questions about this life, and I want to answer them. I'm sure, in time, everyone does. What brought me to make this past midnight blog was an event that happened at the house I currently sit in. I will respect their privacy by not mentioning who they are. My friend played a melody that reminded her of her uncle, who was recently deciesed. And her brother, one who has liked me since meeting, was also brought to tears. And a certain brown-noser, my friend's friend (weird), decided to take matters into her own hands. So, I'm forced to cheer only ONE up, the brother. That's bad. I can't let us both have a closer bond then what we have: A friendship. But the brown-noser is trying to play Matchmaker. Little does she know? I'm occupied with an amazing girlfriend. I'm lesbian, guys. I find no intrest in men unless they're kicking some ass. Then I have an intrest in challenging them. Anyway, yeah, things aren't turning out well. And this all that has happened? Can lead to his heart being shattered, not just torn in two. Why is it always me...?