All falls down.

I couldn't go to sleep without blogging. I wouldn't be able to. So many thoughts swimming in my head, I'm drowning in them. Anyway, at school, I was just depressed pretty much the whole day. Ever since the beginning. Got into 0 and I just...couldn't do it. Put my head down and listened to Mr. Quick while I thought about other things. But yeah...really out of it... I hate myself for that.

Anyway, when I went to go pick up my sister, I felt somewhat better. Here's a kid who doesn't know what it feels like, and I didn't want her to, so I just brightened up. My sister has this way of making me snap out of self-pity. But then conversely, sometimes the kid can make you feel like shit. Either way... so anyway, after school it all started looking up. And I thought maybe I could accept being a loser. But I know tomorrow will be different, hearing the continuous talk of futures that sound a hell of a lot better than mine. Which is sad because I stocked all of my hopes and dreams and maybe even a more attractive version of myself into the future. But its not even gonna be good, so what's the point now? Whatever. Tomorrow I'll be sad again for about six hours and then I'll go out with my cousins and my sister and everything will be better. And I don't know, but Huan made me feel better. Thanks, buddy. I thought you just didn't get the whole last entry, but apparently you did. And just having an ear is comfort enough to make me not thing of this. So you helped me with Short-Term Goal #5 for tonight. I'll go to sleep happier. Also...good old television kept my mind away from this crap. Thank God for TV. Without TV I'd be a wreck. Nothing to escape to.

Oh by the way, watched My Life Without Me. I recommend it. Must go to sleep now. In about five hours and forty minutes, Scarlett Johannson will wake me with her crooning the words to "Brass In Pocket" from Lost In Translation. Scares the fuck out of me, but I wake up wanting to sing along. Gotta love that.