I'm in love.

Whenever I'm in a mood other than happy, I can't do anything. I can't write, I can't paint, I can't draw. I can't do anything. I want to write to my story that I haven't written to in a long while, but nothing comes to me. I want to paint, but nothing flows together. I don't know why.
Bleagh.

Tragedy is what defines us. It's what gives us purpose, a meaning to life, a reason to keep fighting. They have been given a gift and I envy them.

I saw The Fountain the other night with my friend Nicole and I fell in love with it. The movie is the most strangest movie I have ever seen and yet, it made perfect sense to me, even though at the same time, it made no sense, if that makes sense. The graphics, the music, the director, it was perfect.

This past week, I have gone to two graduations that were not my own but my sister's and one of my friend's, Caresse's. Both times I was proved that ignorance is bliss. Not knowing something is often more comfortable than knowing it. These people at the graduation felt comfortable not knowing that they looked like pathetic and rabid monkeys jumping up and down hollering for their graduate. I wanted to ask them if they acted like that when they're at church, or point out that their "God" can see them acting like dorks because they were in a house of god! I'm sure that if they had known that they looked so ridiculous and dumb, they might have reconsidered their idea, yet again, maybe not. Maybe I'm just too hopeful on the situation. I just don't understand how people can be so rude, disrespectful and idiotic at a ceremony that's for their friend/famly. It makes me believe that our world, our generation, is not going to survive. We are going to plummet into despair as soon as we take control. I sometimes fear the future because of people like the ones at a ceremony. What's going to happen to us? Rome only lasted 1,000 years...