Warped. Today. And I'm not there. Because of that, I've disappointed one friend, to the point that I'm thinking she's mad at me. And at the point where I thought that things couldn't get any worse, I turned around and left. Just ran from my problems. I broke a rule in my book.

Don't run from my problems.

Well, I've certainly gone up shit creek now, no paddle, rafting on 3 attached pieces of plywood with a torn sail in the middle.

To be honest, I would've gone just for aformention friend. Done the right thing, got that shirt and CD, and listened to good music. But I didn't because I'm only finding $15 in my wallet, and none from the parents because I need to work for it. Well, shit. I'm too young for a job, much less a job at a place I'd actually consider working at.

And now I'm miserable. Could it get any worse? ...yeah.

St. Anger by Metallica, it's stuck in my head, and I want to hammer it (it being my head) in. With the back end of the hammer.

And to remedy it, I'm listening to Radiohead.

Joy.

Enough of my bullshit rantings, it's no use at all anyways, it's not like posting it on some site that no one sees will do any good anyways. I never completely understood the reasoning behind this. Other people have their reasons, but I have no sort of motivation to write here. I talk to most all people reading this anyways, with the exception of two or three people. Hell, I can't even remember why I started this.

I guess... I guess it's just so I can do this. Publicize my thoughts. Bring things down a level so it can be transferred digitally into words on your screen.
Why?
I wish I knew. But it's oddly motivating to think about how people who never met you would be able to follow you life story by just reading some words banged out on a half working keyboard that has sticky keys because of many spilled Coke incidents.

I'm done.