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This is what Gaia is becoming.
People dating. They don't even really know each other. It's only based on how their avi's look. Life is collapsing. I feel like I was climbing. But I'm at the top, and falling. Falling down.
I wish Gaia could go back to December '07....ah.....
Gaia honestly was so much better in 2007. Not as many noobs, and they weren't as stupid.
What I just can't grasp, is the fact that now everyone feels like they have to have a date. Have to have a boyfriend or girlfriend. "Just because"
And this concept is ruining my life. People scoff and look at me weird just because I don't have a boyfriend, and I never had. It saddens me. To see emotions and relationships wasted away. To see 3rd and 4th grade kids having girlfriends and boyfriends, its scary.
Love is not everything. Having a boyfriend or girlfriend is not everything. Not anything. Nothing. But to be dumped 2 weeks, or even days later.
Its sad. More hearts break. Some broken without someone.
This next section is re-worded entry from my real diary. Of course, some things are left out. But that is for me to know, and for you to never know...hehe....

I don't think anyone would like to be in my shoes. Maybe last year.
But never now. Because some people hate me. People think I'm ugly because I don't wear Abercrombie, Hollister, or American Eagle clothing. They say I'm not pretty because I don't have a boyfriend. It hurts me. Kills me alive. And I feel empty. Someone has just gutted me. I hurt. I feel sad. I feel very lonely
and people act like I'm just another nobody.
I have a feeling my life will turn out great.
But these past 4 years I've been sad. I've been somewhat depressed.
But I feel good things will come to those who wait.
I am. I've been waiting 4 years for something awesome to happen.
Maybe later in my life.
As for that, I cannot say.
End.

Something that caught my eye the other day in class was a journal topic. Where do you see yourself 15 years from now?
Well, in 15 years I will be 28 years old.
I wrote. And wrote.
But it really made me think. I have no idea.
My parents have told me many things.
They think I will make the most money.
My dad has told me that I would make a good lawyer.
And It makes me question myself.
~purple~