I can’t sleep. Here’s a summary of my latest journal entry:
- I’m generally defined as uncool because I don’t let people know me because I think -they- suck.
- How do these lame asses get into the good parties.
- Do I want to party or do I want a bonfire and weed?
- Who are we living for? I don’t remember the last time I was surely happy for me and me alone.
- Can I just die so I don’t have to think about these stupid things?