"and the walls began to close in and i felt so scared and frightened."
so, i thought it would be necessary for me to write a lengthy entry. lastnight, i stayed up until three o'clock in the morning reading everything i have written on this account- going back to the beggining of my sophmore year of highschool. i know, i am in the top ten for most boring people i know, the list includes hermits and invalids. tomorrow, i will start training at guitar center, i think every boy i knew in high school that was aspiring to be in a famous band will be there working with me. ugh, guitar center, the wal-mart of music stores. hmm... not to jinx any lives or anything, but why can't someone die and leave me a bunch of money? i swear i wont swindle it away. i'll give whatever is left after i pay for my education to poor starving families. i swear you have to sell your soul to pay for classes and books at some shit ass joke of a community school. pessimistic? i think so. fuck, what right do i have to be in this mood? i have a pretty cushy/posh life. i just want to do something before i die and realized that i never even lived. i.e. i need to get the fuck out of here. the loner i stay the more i feel like i am in way oever my head.