True Life:

i need to become an interesting person.

everything could be better. everything could be worse. but i'll always feel like one of the roaches and rats.

i think its time for my old friends Seclusion and Depression to pay me a visit. next week i'll be 23, with nothing to show for it. i'll probably die without anyone knowing i ever existed, which kinda sucks to think about. that i'll probably do nothing important for anyone or anything. and when the time really comes, there'll probably be no one at my funeral besides the undertaker. i'll never live my life to its fullest potential.