Don't Be So Glum.

Well, it's Friday. I should be happy the week is over, but I'm not really. All the days just seem to be blending together. But that's redundant, really.

Like, nothing really is too bad. I mean, sure, literally nothing is perfect. Like, I suck at school, don't have any direction in life, and am kind of losing it. I've been thinking about falling in love a lot, which is way cliche. Like, what if I waste away my life and grow up and nothing good happens. It freaks me out, so bad. I want good things. I want happiness and stuff. Because so far, everything is kind of mediocre. As horrible as that sounds. Shoot.

I don't know. I have a million things to say and can't work up the nerve to tell anyone. Which kind of sucks. But whatever. Things are bound to look up, right? I don't feel very hopeful. Sorry for being such a Friday night downer. I get the lame award for the day. Sorry. Sorry.

Have a good one.