My life is like one BIG BIG disaster zone. Out of the pan into the fire is like a bloody understatement. I hate it when I can't talk to people who I used to be super close to. I hate it when it looks like we aren't friends anymore. I hate it when I can't be me. And yet ultimately, it is I who creates all these problems. I know I don't seem to be making very much sense right not but its what I feel. Empty. So much so that I just want to pack up and leave. I love school and yet I hate it. I'm still contemplating going today. I should shouldn't I... This place is just one step away from where I want to be.

I thank God that I still have you guys. Who knows what would've happened to me over the years huh... Sure maybe a few complications less but I'd be so incredibly ignorant, so naive.