This world is just too quaint.
Sometimes i wish i could cry. Just break down, be a human for once.
I wish i could care but i dont. I can only cry about lost dignity, lost respect.
If I dont care, then who does?
Who really wants to know what happened today?
Who really wants to know why everything was so -different- today?
I guess by the looks of it, I'm just your typical "studious" high school student trying to get decent grades and fight his way through the tides of popularity. I'm not normal, though. A mixture of romanticism, horniness, girl-shyness, and optimism is a volatile blend waiting to erupt at every moment. Indeed my mood swings all too often, but I only really make those mood swings evident in this journal. I write everything here. Enjoy.