So much crap has happend that I won't bore anyone with the details anymore. I'm all tapped out it seems. It's getting hard to write now I'm so tired. What a long life.

Oooh, almost forgot. I got my life threatend by someone I don't even know for something someone else did. I remembered why I don't hang out with my best friend anymore, shit like this happens even though I just mind my own business most of the time. Goddamn trash in this town, giving me such grief when my only crime is being alive.

Ugh, I've got projects to turn in for my creative writing class, none of which I've started yet. I keep changing my mind on what I want to do...

The clouds were gone... I stared at the stars tonight and felt content, just for a moment though. After all, grim reality has a way of sneaking up on you and stabbing you in the gut when you're not paying attention.

Well see you later, I've got an over-due paper to work on and I really should get around to turning it in.