What kind of journal do you take me for?

I'm actually doing pretty damn well right now, comparitively.

My female situation is better, but I'm still undecided.

But there's this wonderful, wonderful, Beatles fan. . . .

I'm also obsessed with getting an electric cello. I need to get on that.

JACKIE, FORGIVE ME. GOD FUCKING DAMMIT.

What.
The.
Fuck.

Ahhhh. I'm so bored, and noone CARES?!?!?!?!?!?!??!!?!?

OMGWTFBBQ.

So, I realized having that last journal entry on my page ain't the best idea.... It's so incredibly fucking EMO.

So, lately, I've been feeling more "Oh, Shit, Am I in Love Again?"

And most of you know who I'm talking about....

Unfortunately, she's going out with this douchebag (He's not a douchebag because he's going out with her, but that does contribute to it.).

And so that does make me pretty emo.... She likes my hair though *squee!*

Speaking of Squee, SPENCER, GIVE ME MY FUCKING JTHM BACK!

I haven't updated this in hella long, as usual.

School's in session. Meh classes ain't bad. I'm getting my friends back.

Oh, and there's this gay guy.... And..... we're not talking about this right now, too awkward

And... I didn't audition for the play, but I shoulda.

AND PRINCE WAS PLAYING ON MY STEREO ALL NIGHT JUST BARELY AUDIBLY BUT I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT IT WAS BECAUSE ALL I HEARD WAS THIS SQEAKYNESS!!!!!

Sorry.

Uh... Football game tonight... where i'll see HER again.

Oh, and she needs to lend me that weird borderline yaoi again.

Hmmmmm....

I'M NOT GAY!!!!!!!!!!

Peace and Love,
Evan.

x.x

No, seriously. Nobody gives a fuck anymore. Myself included.

And that's the way it is in Minnesota.
And that's the way it is in Oklahoma.

Especially here in my heart.

Because of a feud, I've lost an incredible number of "friends."

Someone I care about quite a lot - a true free spirit - I may never see again, because she's moving.

And all around the nation, the girls are crying, the boys are masturbating.

And it's never going to change.

And neither will my life. Just a rut. A rut of self-loathing. And wasted hope.

But failing at life really sucks. Take it from me firsthand.

Oh, wait.... NOBODY'S READING THIS.

It won't get even one comment.

Actually, just because I said that, some random straggler will comment just to spite me.

One side of me responds: Fuck you.
The other responds: I love you.

But really, you should probably just let me die.

It's all for the best.

I'm in the Journalism Lab (AKA Work) doing other peoples' unfinished work.

I'm not all depressed anymore.

I am, however, bored.

I do like to be entertained.

But I'm not happy.

I'm incredibly depressed.

I'm just failing at life.

It's complicated.

Suicidal. I'm crying.


I don't know who I am anymore.