I feel like I've seen everything and done everything. This makes me very sad. I'm not very excited to see anyone or go anywhere. I'll have allergies from now until June. Things are awesome and I should be floored, but instead I'm bored. I'm also a poet and I didn't know it. At least I'm not too depressed to make stupid jokes. Maybe I need to travel again. I feel old. I've lost my once beautiful naivety and trust. I'm afraid of my closest friend. Where is my sense of adventure, my spontaneity? I hope I don't lose the tiny spark of me that still remains. These are the longest seasons. I want nothing more than to sleep.
3:28 p.m. - 2008-01-19