so um.. yea
I really dont want to be home right now. i feel trapt. i want to break away from the usual, the norm. this all seems so reptiative. It, my life, is just a sequence of events. I'm trying to hard to make each and every one count, to make sure that I get enough of what I was susposed to out of each.
Gosh, ahh i'm in the weirdest mood, this whole journal thing seems so meaning less. All the crap that comes along with it. It's a whole little world dedicated to people thoughts and retorical comments.
Nice.
I feel so, dissimilar. I hate being like this.