Blogging Through Life

I was playing Sims the other day and it was clear to me that life is like Sims. It's a blink of an eye only we don't realize it until it's too late. And as long as it's well lived, it doesn't matter.

I don't know why I care so much about him. I don't know why I care so much about what she said. Yet somehow they say she's a horrible person yet I feel like the monster. She told me horrible stuff. Yet I did nothing to her. 3 weeks later I touch her hair and said its pretty yet she yells at me to leave her alone. How can I leave her alone when she's always with my best friend, and my best friend is always with me.