Hopeful? That couldn't be, could it?

It's really just humorous now. You're pathetic.
I hope everything burns down, and you perish along with it.

On a different note, I have Chemistry in an hour and then I get to come home and make the advice column webpage. "The Dartboard," as you will begin to know it as. I have a good feeling about this issue of the newspaper, I honestly do.

Things are starting to look up for me, and I think it's because I've taken the time to realize what I need. I've taken a lot of time to myself lately, out of choice, which makes it refreshing. A lot of Minus the Bear, Bright Eyes, Neil Young, and Pink Floyd, yes. A lot more reading. A lot more composing, for my own pleasure, and not for your eyes, ever.

I feel bad that I keep hurting you, but if you hang in there with me, everything will be alright. I did it for you as you encountered this new phase, and in return you should do it for me. Don't ever doubt that my love runs strong.

What a gloomy day, and I'm fucking loving it. I hope everyone's is just as equally gloomy and amazing. A look outside and it looks exactly like my future; full of mist and haze. And for once, I'm fine with that.