Hard to be sure, sometimes I feel so insecure. And love, so distant and obscure, remains the cure.

Facebook groups depress me. They remind me just how like everyone else I am. Or maybe that's a good thing?

Anyway. I remember in sixth grade, Happy told me I was her one true friend (Happy, if you're reading this, you really did! I wrote it down in my diary!). Then in seventh grade we kinda drifted apart, but now, according to her, I'm the only person she can talk to about her crush and not feel awkward! :D That makes me happy.

Basil still hasn't been in school X( I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. Lolo thinks that if he were gone for, say, two months, I'd forget about him. I just don't know. I guess so?

I desperately want to write, but literally nothing is coming to me. It seems the more I read, the less inspiration I have to write, and that makes no sense to me. They always tell potential writers to readreadread, but really, reading just depresses me now. It reminds me that I'm not nearly as good as these people on shelves, that I'll probably never get published, and so really what's the point?

*sigh* I have to write. Something. Anything. I have to write. Whatever happened to EAT BREATHE DRINK WRITE!!! ?

By the way, these songs lyrics really struck me:

In the light of the sun, is there anyone? Oh it has begun...

Oh dear you look so lost, eyes are red and tears are shed,

This world you must've crossed... you said...

You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah.
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah.

Essential yet appealed, carry all your thoughts across
An open field,
When flowers gaze at you... they're not the only ones who cry
When they see you
You said...

You don't know me, you don't even care, oh yeah.
She said
You don't know me, and you don't wear my chains... oh yeah.

She said I think I'll go to Boston...
I think I'll start a new life,
I think I'll start it over, where no one knows my name,
I'll get out of California, I'm tired of the weather,
I think I'll get a lover and fly 'em out to Spain...
I think I'll go to Boston,
I think that I'm just tired
I think I need a new town, to leave this all behind...
I think I need a sunrise, I'm tired of the sunset,
I hear it's nice in the Summer, some snow would be nice... oh yeah.

Boston... where no one knows my name... yeah
Where no one knows my name...
Where no one knows my name...
Yeah Boston...
Where no one knows my name.

-Boston, Augustana