November 2nd, 2004

I seriously think that I am just pathetic. Not only am I pathetic, but I'm also unhappy. The worst part is that I have absolutely no idea how to fix it. Well maybe there are some ideas, but nothing really accomplishable. That's not a word.

I hate this. It's my fault. I should be happy.

-LL-

Isn't it funny how we look back on times and remember being so young, so happy, and loving life, yet we seem to always think we miserable?

I say 'we,' although maybe I mean, 'me.'

I was 19. What can I say.