eternity bores me. i never wanted it.
Sometimes I just want to go so far away from here--forever, riding on steel--just go and go.
Today was pretty depressing. Both Holly and Becca are going to Merrimack next fall. I'll be alone, falling apart. I don't know if my plans will survive the summer. I don't know if my life will survive the summer...
Writing in here seems pointless most of the time. There's never any real progress in my life to talk about. My life is a failed program...
I wish I could just have a completely fresh start--or go back six years and re-do everything from there. It's depressing to even talk about trying to change things for the better, knowing how many times I've talked about it before and either failed or not followed through.