I'm not really sure what I'm doing, but here goes...

Well life is this crazy thing that we are all a part of. Recently my kinda-boyfriend was in a car accident and it got me thinking about how short life is. He is mostly alright, I mean he's alive but he has to learn to walk again. I don't always understand why bad things happen to people I can about. It's been said that the good die young and the wicked live forever. If that's true then I'm not sure where I fit in. Depending on who you ask I would fall into the latter category. I don't so much think that it matters what everyone thinks about you, more that it matters what the people close to you think about your actions. Sometimes I wish I could go back and redo the mistakes that I've made so that I don't make them. Then I think about how those mistakes have made me who I am today. I really wish that I could change the accidents that have happened to my family and friends more than to change the things that I've been through and had to deal with....