After some hours of semi-serious contemplation, I have concluded my mild depression is caused by my easily disappointed nature. I’m restless and always expecting too much out of life, when really life is just this, just living.
I think sometimes I get too philosophical.
You know, I should be sleeping. Because tomorrow morning I’m supposed to go by the university and get some papers for my parents, and some notes, and a couple of books from near there, but it has to be early cause they only stay open till one.
I hated high school. I don’t know if you can tell, but I wasn’t really miss popularity, if you catch my drift. Always had my nose stuck in some book, plus my conversation skills are-like- zilch. You know the type, teacher’s pet, sat in the front, got picked last in gym, yada yada yada…
I hate that I fit in a mold. I mean, you think of me, original is my exact antonym. Like, if you look it up, there’s a little picture of me right there…see it?
By the way, I’d like to state I don’t photograph well, so keep your comments to yourself.
Mood: sad 
Music: “Long ride home” by …can’t recall at the moment…ah, yeah, Patty Griffin; “I go inside and all is silent/ it seems as empty as the inside of me…”
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