The Eulogy

When we finally die, do we find solace? Finally? Or do we just ride the waves of dust and stars, forever to drift into the memories of our loved ones? Time will tell I suppose. I have mentioned it, time and time again how I lead my life into insecurities, obscurities, and mainly regret. A pessemist by heart, I cannot conquer it otherwise. I'm in college, but to be honest, I'm not sure why I am in it. I'm not particularly happy about my major, it's ridiculously hard. But why would I have chosen it if it did not make me happy? To make my parents happy. I do a lot of things, sacrifice a lot of things, and time, to make others happy.

I guess this is my burden, but I don't mind. I like to write, I think that's one of my strong points. I can pretty much BS any English course or sleep in one and still get a B+ or better. I enjoy pencil art too, and even though I do not have that much time to draw nowadays, when I do, I have a good time. I'm an avid gamer, but I don't play a wide range of games, I usually stick with one and master it. In this case, Starcraft, I've played it since it came out and even though I've got rustier and rustier, I still play it. I don't have many friends but I am happy with the ones I have. I suppose in the end, quality is always over quantity. Of course I miss my old friends but in the end, it doesn't really matter.

I'm too stubborn sometimes to acknowledge my flaws. But hey, I like living my life, sort of anyway. I've had friends who had stole from me, backstabbed me, ratted me -- to all of you, go fuck yourselves. I've had a lot of people who had questions about this website I've made, inquiring what kind of site it is, and time and time again; I have stated that it is just a normal personal site. I'm not really going anywhere with this, just wanted to share a part of my sanctuary with other people. It's nice finding your own place. My name is David, you can be the static to my charge.