They wanna know if we could get away...yeah we backed it up...we made our great escape.

Escape. That's all that I want. All I want to do. It feels like I'm in this little cell. You know what? How do I make things happen? Lots of people left comments saying that I should make life happen. How do you suppose I go about doing that? That impossible. You don't wait for life to happen, and you don't make it happen. It just happens. So whether or not you're looking for something or you're waiting for it, you ultimately do not have any control over the coming of it.

I kind of hate this year. I mean, yeah, I built it up, and I regret that, but now I'm living it. I need to make it better somehow. But is there such a way? What do I do? I'm really sorry for those of you who are reading this and expected something else. I can't help it. I'm not happy, but I don't mean to spread my misery. I can't wait till June. Then its over and I can just relax. Relax. That's what I want too. Escape and relax. You know, I would go to the park and sit down and write or something, but I don't find enjoyment in writing anymore. Because...this is my writing. Pathetic that all I write about is my day, and my depression, and sometimes some weird stuff like making grilled cheese sandwiches and communicating through eye contact.

So should we try to change the mood here? I think so. Let's talk about... the weather. The weather is schizophrenic. Man, its hella hot. Its friggin September. Enough of these damn Indian Summers. Can't we just get regular weather? The summer wasn't very hot. But now? In September, are you serious? I'd like to speak to the general manager of weather, please. This is not cool.

P.S. I miss Summer of 02. Damn Nostalgia. Why must you always attack me?